midnight
The artist looked after her . `` I wonder if she knows that she belongs to the goddess type of the Golden Age , '' he said , and sighed . It was just at dusk that Diana stepped once more within the borders of the enchanted forest , and sought the warm little hollow beside the pool . In her filmy gown of midnight blue she moved like a shadow among deeper shadows -- her neck and shoulders gleaming white . * * * * * About her were all the eerie noises of the dark , the little , little sounds of little , little things . `` Good-bye , '' Diana whispered , `` good-bye -- dear forest . '' The sounds seemed to swell triumphantly into a love song -- the weird and wonderful song of the night .