midnight
It was Mowbray ; and he was looking at the lady who had just entered . This lady was Philippa . The young girl had never looked more beautiful . She was clad in a simple white satin , her dazzling arms were bare , but she wore not a single bracelet ; her hair was carried back from her temples , and powdered until it resembled a midnight strewed with star-dust -- but not a single jewel glittered above her imperial brow , or on her neck . She looked like an uncrowned queen , and took her place as one not needing ornaments . Poor Mowbray , as we have seen , trembled slightly as she entered . With all his strength he could not restrain this exhibition of emotion .