midnight
It is with a confused recollection that I bring to mind the circumstances of that meeting . Yet I remember -- ah ! how should I forget ? -- the deep midnight , the Bridge of Sighs , the beauty of woman , and the Genius of Romance that stalked up and down the narrow canal . It was a night of unusual gloom . The great clock of the Piazza had sounded the fifth hour of the Italian evening . The square of the Campanile lay silent and deserted , and the lights in the old Ducal Palace were dying fast away .