midnight
Down stairs Mr. Ried waited as long as he could , curious to know the result of Mart 's first impressions . Then he went away , and Gracie went to her room , and the house settled into quiet , and Mr. Roberts , in the library , waited for his wife , while she told over again , with tender words and simple illustrations , the `` old , old story , '' so fitted to the wants of the world . How many times has there been a like result . It was midnight when they knelt together , the fair child of luxury and the child of poverty ; but the Saviour , who intercedes for both , bent His ear , and heard again the cry of a groping soul , seeking Him out of darkness , and held out His loving , never-failing arms , able to reach down to her depth , and received her to himself . Who can tell that story ? Who can describe how heaven seemed to the girl just then ? It was not what Mrs. Roberts had expected .