Midnight, Saturday
-- there has Frank Greystock gone and married a little governess out of old Lady Fawn 's nursery ! '' And yet he loved her with all his heart , and to-day he had told her of his love . What should he do next ? The complicated legal case received neither much ravelling nor unravelling from his brains that night ; but before he left his chambers he wrote the following letter : -- Midnight , Saturday , All among my books and papers , 2 , Bolt Court , Middle Temple . DEAR , DEAR LUCY , I told you to-day that you had ever been the Queen who reigned in those palaces which I have built in Spain . You did not make me much of an answer ; but such as it was , -- only just one muttered doubtful-sounding word , -- it has made me hope that I may be justified in asking you to share with me a home which will not be palatial . If I am wrong -- ?