two o'clock in the morning
Could Marie be right , but no , no , she would not , could not believe it , O Louis , Louis , how have I loved you , how I love you still , and is my love entirely unrequited ? And now a new feeling springs up in her heart , bitter hatred towards her unknown rival , with beating heart and trembling lips she calls to mind the packet and Louis 's embarrassment , the beautiful miniature she had seen by accident , and his evasive answers when questioned about the original , could she be the Isabel he had named her darling after , in spite of all she could urge as to her great dislike of the name . Oh that she could confide all her troubles to him and tell him all her fears , and if possible have her mind set at rest , but she dare not , for though she loved him so devotedly , she feared him too , his fierce bursts of passion frightened her . Oh I will win his love in spite of this hateful girl , I will be so gentle , so careful to please him , so mindful of his comfort -LRB- as if poor thing she had not always been so -RRB- that he shall forget her , and love his own little wife , and wearied with conflicting emotions , she laid her head upon the table and sobbed herself to sleep , and thus Louis found her at two o'clock in the morning , when he returned from attending a patient . `` Good gracious ! Natalie , what are you doing here , '' said he raising her from her uncomfortable position , `` why you are quite chilled , '' he continued as a convulsive shudder shook her whole frame , `` what ever possessed you to sit up , and the fire out , how could you be so foolish . '' She raised her large dark eyes to his with an expression intensely sad and entreating , and whispered `` O Louis , tell me do you love me ! ''