Midnight
_ I come , my love ; I come . _ One lonely candle , or to speak more strictly a bit of one , sputtered in its silver socket in the cosy drawing-room ; and a single moonbeam found its way in through the draperies of the window leading to the terrace and to St. James 's Park . Moll lay upon a couch asleep ; but it was a restless sleep . The voice of a town-crier resounded faintly across the park : `` Midnight ; and all is well . '' She started up and rubbed her eyes in a bewildered way . `` The midnight crier ! '' she thought ; and there was a troubled expression in her face .