midnight
He held out for some days , but in the end I conquered . We passed through Florence on the way , and there beside my mother 's grave I put forth the first , the only prayer I ever made , -- a wordless yearning towards the Inconceivable , a prayer for strength and the Light of Truth . * * * * * We reached Graysmill on the nineteenth of September . My impatience was so great that , in spite of Gabriel 's displeasure at what he called my rashness , I would not stay in London on the way , but we travelled straight down , reaching Fletcher 's Hall at midnight . Aunt Caroline was down to receive us , for I had sent a telegram from Dover ; upstairs , my dear old woman was sitting up in bed with sweet , wrinkled smiles beneath her frilled night-cap . I was very glad to be home again ; my heart felt warm . I sent Aunt Caroline to bed , much against her will , and then Gabriel and I sat down to drink the tea he had wished for , beside the fire in the breakfast-room .