midnight
Had she not been feeling for it through long and sad months ? But it was she whom he was thinking of , she whom he was speaking to , all along . Oh , why had the tale ended so soon ? She would gladly have sat and wept her eyes out till midnight over one melodious misery after another ; but she was quite wise enough to keep her secret to herself ; and sat behind the rest , with greedy eyes and demure lips , full of strange and new happiness -- or misery ; she knew not which to call it . In the meanwhile , as it was ordained , Cary could see and hear through the window of the hall a good deal of what was going on . `` How that Spanish crocodile ogles the Rose ! '' whispered he to young St. Leger .