Midnight
The camp fare , biscuits soaked in water and fried in bacon fat , was better , she declared , than any food she had ever tasted in her life . To her delight , a small box of chocolate still remained in her long-suffering bag ; this she presented to the General with her prettiest courtesy , and he vowed he was not worthy to taste such delicacies from such a hand . So , with interchange of compliments , and with a real friendliness that was far better , the little feast went on gaily ; and when , late in the evening , Rita withdrew to her tent , she told Manuela that she had never enjoyed anything so much in her life ; never ! May the -- , Midnight . MY MARGUERITE : -- What will you say when your eyes , those calm gray eyes , rest upon the above heading ? Will they open wider , I ask myself ? Will the breath come quicker between those cool rose-leaves of your lips ?