midnight
As she talked an inspiration seemed to come to her . A light beaconed in her eyes . Her face , fine as a cameo , became eager , rapt . She was telling him of the magical summers , of the midnight sunsets , of the glorious largess of the flowers , of the things that meant so much to her . She was wonderfully animated . As I watched her I thought what a perfect little lady she was ; and I felt proud of her . He was listening carefully , with evident interest .