midnight
So far from blaming her for it , he knew that it could not be otherwise , for her blood called to her , even as his to him , while somewhere in the onrush of those advancing and devouring waves was her brother , with whom , so it had often seemed to him , she was one soul . Thus , while in that his whole sympathy and whole comprehension of her love was with him , there was as well all that deep , silent English patriotism of which till now he had scarcely been conscious , praying with mute entreaty that disaster and destruction and defeat might overwhelm those advancing hordes . Once , when the anxiety and peril were at their height , he made up his mind not to see her that day , and spent the evening by himself . But later , when he was actually on his way to bed , he knew he could not keep away from her , and though it was already midnight , he drove down to Chelsea , and found her sitting up , waiting for the chance of his coming . For a moment , as she greeted him and he kissed her silently , they escaped from the encompassing horror . `` Ah , you have come , '' she said . `` I thought perhaps you might .