About midnight
` I waited for an hour , for two hours , feeling my heart swell with a dread I had never before experienced , such an anguish that I would not wish the greatest of criminals to have ten minutes of such misery . Where was my son ? What was he doing ? '' ` About midnight , a messenger brought me a note from my lover . I still know its contents by heart : '' ' `` Has your son returned ? I did not find him . I am down here .