midnight
`` That can be arranged . To-morrow you will hear of my success . Farewell ! '' It was midnight in the chapel of the convent . The moonlight shone with exceeding lustre through the tall casements , and lit into a ghastly semblance of life the marble images of saint and martyr , that threw their long shadows over the consecrated floor . Nothing could well be conceived more dreary , solemn , and sepulchral than that holy place : its distained and time-hallowed walls ; the impenetrable mass of darkness that gathered into those recesses which the moonlight failed to reach ; its antique and massive tombs , above which reclined the sculptured effigies of some departed patroness or abbess , who had exchanged a living grave for the Mansions of the Blest . But there -- oh , wonderful human heart !