midnight
He stared at her speechless . There , in the uncertain glow , she stood , a Diana of flesh and blood , whose open hunting-shirt fell away from her rounded throat in soft , fringed folds . Her short skirt of heavy drilling came only to her knees ; she wore no stockings , and her tiny feet were incased in heavily beaded moccasins . And so she stood there in the midnight , smiling down upon the man who gazed speechless from his blanket upon the opposite side of the dying fire ; and then she spoke : `` I have come , '' she said simply . `` Jeanne ! '' cried the man , `` why have you done this thing ? '' `` I love you , and I will go with you . ''