midnight
said Mrs. Dennistoun . `` No , '' said Elinor , `` there 's nothing to pity me about , nothing at all -- Phil is always kind and good to me -- but you would have had a standing ground . It might have given you a right to speak -- about those dreadful , dreadful city complications , mamma . '' Mrs. Dennistoun went to bed that night a troubled woman , and lay awake watching and expecting when the usual midnight tumult should arise . But that evening there was none . No sound but the key in the latch , the shutting of a door or two , and all quiet . Compunctions filled the mother 's heart .