midnight
Youth , beauty , love , the innocence of unsophisticated breasts , and the inspiration of an exquisite nature , combined to fashion the spell that now entranced his life . He turned to gaze upon the moonlit towers and peaked roofs of Hellingsley . Silent and dreamlike , the picturesque pile rested on its broad terrace flooded with the silver light and surrounded by the quaint bowers of its fantastic gardens tipped with the glittering beam . Half hid in deep shadow , half sparkling in the midnight blaze , he recognised the oriel window that had been the subject of the morning 's sketch . Almost he wished there should be some sound to assure him of his reality . But nothing broke the all-pervading stillness . Was his life to be as bright and as tranquil ?