midnight
and added , ` besides , Colin would be so glad of rain . ' Before he could reply , she had glided away again and he was alone . He thought it strange that she should be thinking of her husband and his material interests just then . It must have been a little while after midnight when Bridget was awakened by more thunder and lightning and a confused tornado of sound . She had been dreaming that Harris was throwing her from the gully cliffs on to the boulders in its bed -- only it seemed to her bewildered senses that the boulders rose towards her instead of her descending to meet them . Next she discovered that rain was pattering on the zinc roof , and that the violent concussions she felt beneath her must be due to the horns of goats knocking up against the boards of her bedroom . Ah !