eleven o'clock
`` That water seems to say ` for ever , ' '' he murmured ; and Emilia 's fingers pressed upon his . Of marriage there was no further word . Her heart was evidently quite at ease ; and that it should be so without chaining him to a date , was Wilfrid 's peculiar desire . He could pledge himself to eternity , but shrank from being bound to eleven o'clock on the morrow morning . So , now , the soft Summer hours flew like white doves from off the mounting moon , and the lovers turned to go , all being still : even the noise of the waters still to their ears , as life that is muffled in sleep . They saw the cedar grey-edged under the moon : and Night , that clung like a bat beneath its ancient open palms . The bordering sward about the falls shone silvery .