midnight
Lucia ; but you are blunt and brave to-night . Is it that Paullus has inspired you ? '' `` Nay ! I know not , '' she replied , half apathetically ; `` but I do know , that if I ever love , it shall be a hero ; a man that would rather lie in wait until dawn to receive the fierce boar rushing from the brake upon his spear , than until midnight to enfold a silly girl in his embrace . '' `` Then will you never love me , Lucia , '' answered Curius . `` Never , indeed ! '' said she ; `` it must be a man whom I will love ; and there is nothing manly about thee , save thy vices ! ''