midnight
Who would have imagined Mr. Radnor a private sinner flaunting for one of the righteous ? And she , the mother , a lady -- quite a lady ; having really a sense of duty , sense of honour ! That she must be a lady , Dudley was convinced . He beheld through a porous crape , woven of formal respectfulness , with threads of personal disgust , the scene , striking him drearly like a distant great mansion 's conflagration across moorland at midnight , of a lady 's breach of bonds and plunge of all for love . How had it been concealed ? In Dudley 's upper sphere , everything was exposed : Scandal walked naked and unashamed-figurante of the polite world . But still this lady was of the mint and coin , a true lady .