midnight
And meanwhile I am very lonely . My sole friend , to whom I could have turned , Mrs. McMurray , is still at Bude . She is to have a child , I understand , in the near future , and will stay in Cornwall till the confinement is over . Her husband , even were he not amid the midnight stress of his newspaper office , I should shrink from seeking . He is a Niagara of a man . Judith -- I can go to her no more . And though Antoinette has wept her heart out all day long , poor soul , and Stenson has conveyed by his manner his respectful sympathy , I can not take counsel of my own servants .