midnight
Ralph will light my candle , '' Isabel gaily engaged . `` I 'll light your candle ; do let me light your candle , Miss Archer ! '' Lord Warburton exclaimed . `` Only I beg it shall not be before midnight . '' Mrs. Touchett fixed her bright little eyes upon him a moment and transferred them coldly to her niece . `` You ca n't stay alone with the gentlemen . You 're not -- you 're not at your blest Albany , my dear . ''