midnight
` Means ! Catherine ! ' returned I -- ` are ye not to be another 's ? Would that I had died before I had looked upon thy face , and my soul was lighted with a fleeting joy , only that the midnight of misery might sit down on it for ever ! ' ` Oh , speak not thus ! ' she cried , and her gentle form shook as a blighted leaf in an autumnal breeze ; ` speak not language unfit for you to utter or me to hear . Come , _ dear _ Edward ! ' '