midnight
he muttered to himself . `` I ca n't be mistaken about its being Miriam . And yet she did n't look at me as if she recognized me . What can she be doing out here at midnight ? I suppose it 's none of my business : in fact , she might very reasonably ask the same question of me . And if I were to tell her that I had only ridden over to spend a sentimental hour beneath her window , what would she say ? If she answered in the same lingo she used just now , I should be as wise as before .