nearly midnight
`` That depends from whom they come , '' she answered , and repented of it as soon as said . She looked up after a while , but there was no shadow on his face . She saw that he was sharing her joy , and then she knew that not a ripple of doubt would ever disturb their smoothly flowing life . Miss Evans left at an early hour , and reaching her home , wrote till nearly midnight . Her nature was one that was most elastic at night ; her brilliancy seemed to come with the stars . Page after page fell from her desk to the floor ; thought followed thought , till the mortal light seemed to give place to the divine . At length the theme grew so mighty , and words seemed so feeble to portray it , that she laid down the pen and wept , -- wept not tears of exhaustion , but of joy at the soul 's prospective .