midnight
Oh , how silly I am -- '' Meanwhile , Antony had lit an old brass lantern , and presently he was flashing his way up among the dark sounds of the black old wood , with that ghostly face tenderly pressed against his side . He stopped once to turn his lantern upon her . How mysterious she looked , here in the night , under the dark pines ! He too felt a little haunted as he climbed his châlet staircase and unlocked the door , every sound he made echoing fatefully in the silent wood ; and when he had found a place for the image and hung her there , she certainly looked a ghostly companion for the midnight lamp , in the middle of a wood . How strangely she smiled , the smile almost of one taking possession . No wonder Beatrice had been frightened . Was there some mysterious life in the thing , after all ?