midnight before
We walked home together , we three , all contented and all happy . We had a good deal to talk of during the evening , and sat up late . Sundry small events had happened in Guernsey during my six-days ' absence , and these were discussed with that charming minuteness with which women canvass family matters . It was midnight before I found myself alone in my own room . I had half forgotten the crumpled paper in my waistcoat-pocket , but now I smoothed it out before me and pondered over every word . No , there could not be a doubt that it referred to Miss Ollivier . `` Bright-brown hair , gray eyes , and delicate features . ''