midnight
Romance and reality . ` But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak around him . ' Charles Wolfe . At midnight I heard a faint tap at my door , and Francesca walked in , her eyes wide and bright , her cheeks flushed , her long , dark braid of hair hanging over her black travelling cloak . I laughed as I saw her , she looked so like Sir Patrick Spens in the ballad play at Pettybaw , -- a memorable occasion when Ronald Macdonald caught her acting that tragic role in his ministerial gown , the very day that Himself came from Paris to marry me in Pettybaw , dear little Pettybaw ! `` I came in to find out if your bed is as bad as mine , but I see you have not slept in it , '' she whispered . `` I was just coming in to see if yours could be any worse , '' I replied .