midnight
Rose 's answer was a smile , and they were at the gates almost immediately . Mr. Stanford drew her hand within his arm , and they sauntered slowly , very slowly , up the dark , tree-shaded avenue . `` How gloomy it is here ! '' said Rose , clinging to his arm with a delicious little shiver ; `` and it is midnight , too . How frightened I should be alone ! '' `` Which means you are not frightened , being with me . Miss Rose , you are delightful ! ''