midnight
`` He does n't know my father at all , '' said Richard . But Lucy had another opinion of the wise youth , and secretly maintained it . She could not be won to imagine the baronet a man of human mould , generous , forgiving , full of passionate love at heart , as Richard tried to picture him , and thought him , now that he beheld him again through Adrian 's embassy . To her he was that awful figure , shrouded by the midnight . `` Why are you so harsh ? '' she had heard Richard cry more than once . She was sure that Adrian must be right .