midnight
The kind reader will excuse my entering into the details of the nuptial feast and ceremonies . For my part I am willing to leave it to my fair readers to settle the dress of the two brides according to their own fancy . It is only to be observed , that Peregrine and his beautiful Rose were all simple delight , while George and Dörtje , on the contrary , were meditative , and with mutual gaze seemed to have thought , eyes , and ears for each other only . * * * * * It was midnight , when suddenly the balsamic odours of the large-blossomed thistle spread through the whole garden . Peregrine awoke from sleep . He fancied that he heard the plaintive melody of hopeless desire , and a strange foreboding got possession of him . It seemed to him as if a friend were violently torn from him .