About midnight
She smiled scornfully to herself as she remembered that ever in the novels which she had read the lover and the hero always appeared in some such moments of extremity as she had gone through . But Allan had not found her in the laurel walk , and she did not believe he would ever try to find her again . Sorrow had not yet taught her that destiny loves surprises . About midnight she walked into an adjoining dressing room and looked out . How cold and steely the river wound through the brown woods until it mingled with the ghostly film on the horizon ! Through what cloudy crags , The moon came rushing like a stag , With one star like a hound , behind it ! As she watched the solemn , restless picture , she was called very softly -- `` Maggie . ''