midnight
She knew that they were different from those which her husband inspired ; but how different , she did not know . They filled her with a sort of ecstasy , and she gave herself up to them . Exhausted at last by these vivid thoughts and emotions , she rested her head upon her arms across the window sill and fell asleep . It must have been that the young Quaker followed her into the land of dreams , for when her husband aroused her at midnight a faint flush could be seen by the light of the moon on those rounded cheeks . There are all the elements of a tragedy in the heart of a woman who has never felt the emotions of religion or of love until she is married ! `` Oh ! why did God create at last This novelty on earth , this fair defect Of nature , and not till the world at once With men as angels , without feminine ? ''