midnight
it was the last evening she ever spent with one whom she worshipped so entirely . Godolphin remained up longer than Lucilla . When he joined her in her room , the storm had ceased ; and he found her standing by the open window , and gazing on the skies that were now bright and serene . Far in the deep stillness of midnight crept the waters of the lake , hushed once more into silence , and reflecting the solemn and unfathomable stars . That chain of hills , which but to name , awakens countless memories of romance , stretched behind -- their blue and dim summits melting into the skies , and over one higher than the rest , paused the new risen moon , silvering the first beneath , and farther down , breaking with one long and yet mellower track of light over the waters of the lake . As Godolphin approached he did so , unconsciously , with a hushed and noiseless step . There is something in the quiet of nature like worship ; it is as if , from the breathless heart of Things , went up a prayer or a homage to the Arch-Creator .