midnight
-- Do not debase , do not sully , that perfect image of truth . -- Do not sink yourself , Helen , from that height at which it was my entranced felicity to see you . Leave me one blessed , one sacred illusion . No , '' cried he , with increasing vehemence , `` say nothing of all you have prepared -- not one arranged word conned over in your midnight and your morning consultations , '' pointing back to the window of her dressing-room , where he had seen her and Lady Cecilia . `` You saw , '' Helen began -- `` Yes . -- Am I blind , think you ? -- I wish I were .