midnight
Of course , it is n't there , and the disconsolate Lancer at once repairs to the `` smiling '' village whence the lady had intended to issue in the carriage . Here he is met by `` a jet-black hearse with nodding plumes , '' seeks information from the weeping bystanders , and has his worst suspicions confirmed . He compares the gloomy vehicle before him with the `` carriage gay '' of his dreams , and , having sufficiently elaborated the contrast , resolves to end his blighted existence on the lady 's grave . How he spends the next interval is not told ; but towards midnight we find him in the churchyard with his `` trusty '' weapon in his hand . This , in keeping with the unities , should have been a lance ; but apparently the Lancer was armed on some mixed principle known to the War Office , and allowed to take his pick of weapons before going on leave ; for presently a shot rings out , and one of England 's stoutest champions is no more . During the singing of this song I noticed a poorly clad girl , with a sweet , intelligent face , put a handkerchief to her mouth and stifle a sob . She quietly made her way towards the barn door , and presently slipped out into the night .