Midnight
Is your heart of marble or adamant , that you do not see that I love you , you naughty child ? That I hold out my arms to you , that I long to clasp you to my heart , and to fall asleep in your hair ? What is there more sacred in the world than to love one 's wife or love one 's husband ? -LRB- Midnight strikes . -RRB- Madame -- -LRB- she suddenly changes hey expression at the sound , throws her arms round her husband , and hurriedly kisses him thrice -RRB- -- You thought I did not love you , eh , dear ? Oh , yes ! I love you .