the summer midnight
Knows the ropes ; and does all the thinking for both of us . ' And now they were fairly started , and the team fell into a rattling pace , with the road pretty clear before them . Hyde Park was one umbrageous darkness , edged by long lines of golden light . Coolness and silence enfolded all things in the summer midnight , and Lesbia , not prone to romance , sank into a dreamy state of mind , as she leaned back in her seat and watched the shadowy trees glide by , the long vista of lamps and verdure in front of her . She was glad that no one talked to her , for talk of any kind must have broken the spell . Don Gomez sat like a statue in his place behind her . From Lady Kirkbank , the loquacious , came a gentle sound of snoring , a subdued , ladylike snore , breathed softly at intervals , like a sigh .