two in the morning
nothing extraordinary , at all ! '' cried Miss Opportunity , in a careless way . `` I love moonlight as well as yourself , Mary , and am a desperate horse-woman , as you know . I thought it would be romantic to gallop over to the Nest , and go back between one and two in the morning . Nothing more , I can assure you . '' The coolness with which this was said amazed me not a little , though I was not so silly as to believe a syllable of it . Opportunity had a great deal of vulgar sentimentalism about her , it is true -- such as some girls are apt to mistake for refinement ; but she was not quite so bad as to travel that lane , at midnight , and alone , without some special object .