midnight
Sometimes love carried all before him , and he would start up to rush to the side of the wife he loved , to clasp her to his heart , and defy earth and Hades to part them . Sometimes anger held the day , and he would pace up and down like a madman , raging at her , at himself , at Parmalee , at all the world . He was haggard and worn and wild , and his friends stared at him and shrugged their shoulders , and smiled significantly at this outward evidence of post-nuptial bliss . It was almost midnight when the young baronet mounted Sir Galahad and rode home . Kingsland Court lay dark and still under the frowning night sky . He glanced up at the window of his wife 's chamber . A light burned there .