midnight
No one met them , and they retired unobserved to their respective Cells . The confusion of Ambrosio 's mind now began to appease . He rejoiced in the fortunate issue of his adventure , and reflecting upon the virtues of the Myrtle , looked upon Antonia as already in his power . Imagination retraced to him those secret charms betrayed to him by the Enchanted Mirror , and He waited with impatience for the approach of midnight . VOLUME III The crickets sing , and Man 's o'er-laboured sense Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes , ere He wakened The chastity He wounded -- Cytherea , How bravely thou becom ` st thy bed ! Fresh Lily !