midnight
* * * * * Though they had separated upon the assurance that she should see the two designs if she wished it , Mrs. Peyton knew they would not be shown to her . Dick , indeed , would not again deny her request ; but had he not reckoned on the improbability of her renewing it ? All night she lay confronted by that question . The situation shaped itself before her with that hallucinating distinctness which belongs to the midnight vision . She knew now why Dick had suddenly reminded her of his father : had she not once before seen the same thought moving behind the same eyes ? She was sure it had occurred to Dick to use Darrow 's drawings . As she lay awake in the darkness she could hear him , long after midnight , pacing the floor overhead : she held her breath , listening to the recurring beat of his foot , which seemed that of an imprisoned spirit revolving wearily in the cage of the same thought .