midnight
She moved , saying , in a faint voice , ` We must go home , my Ferdinand ! ' BOOK III . _ In Which Captain Armine Proves Himself a Complete Tactician _ . THE midnight moon flung its broad beams over the glades and avenues of Armine , as Ferdinand , riding Miss Temple 's horse , re-entered the park . His countenance was paler than the spectral light that guided him on his way . He looked little like a pledged and triumphant lover ; but in his contracted brow and compressed lip might be read the determination of his soul . There was no longer a contest between poverty and pride , between the maintenance or destruction of his ancient house , between his old engagement and his present passion ; that was past .