midnight
For she had already determined what to do . Within forty-eight hours she would be in London . If he had really disowned and betrayed her -- or if he had merely grown tired of her and wished to be quit of her -- in either case she would soon discover what it behoved her to know . When at last , in the utter silence of midnight , she took up her candle to go to bed , its light fell , as she moved towards the door , on the portrait of himself that Fenwick had left with her at Christmas . She looked at it long , dry-eyed . It was as though it began already to be the face of a stranger . Eugénie , are you there ? '