midnight
Jack Senhouse was a good lover , but would be an impossible mate . She had found his gypsy tent and hedgerow practice in the highest degree romantic . With gypsy practice he had the wheedling gypsy ways . An adventure of hers in the North , for instance -- when , panic-struck , she had fled to him by a midnight train , had sought him through the dales and over limestone mountains through a day and night , and cried herself to sleep , and been found by him in the dewy dawn and soothed by his masterful cool sense -- was n't this romantic ? It had drawn her to him as she had never before been drawn to a man . She felt that here at last was a man indeed to be trusted . For she had been there with him , and not a living soul within miles , entirely at his discretion , and he had not so much as kissed her fingers .