midnight
`` My dear Rose , I never tell tales . By-the-way , when shall we have another moonlight stroll ? It seems to me I see very little of you lately . '' `` We will have no more midnight strolls , Mr. Stanford , '' said Rose , sharply ; `` and you see quite as much of me as I wish you to see . My lord -- I beg your pardon -- were you addressing me ? '' She turned from Stanford , sitting beside her and talking under the cover of the clatter of spoons and knives , and flashed the light of her most dazzling smile upon Lord Ellerton , sitting opposite . Yes , the peer was addressing her -- some question he wanted to know concerning the native Canadians , and which Kate was incapable of answering .