Midnight
`` What a mercy she spoke of it , '' his thoughts ran . `` How sensitive women are -- I should never have remembered such a thing . '' Yes -- now there was a sound . * * * * * Midnight had struck -- and Amaryllis , sleeping peacefully , had been dreaming of John . `` Oh ! dearest , '' she whispered drowsily , as but half awakened , she felt herself being drawn into a pair of strong arms -- `` Oh ! -- you know I love that scent of cloves -- Oh !