midnight
This , too , was the sublimity of love in all of its indomitable quenchlessness . And she who gave so freely , who gave all , indeed , of this rich , this inestimable gift was -- only a savage ! Only a savage ! It is probable that some of the most golden-lined , well-nigh divine phases of mind that ever had dawned upon him in his life were shed over Laurence Stanninghame then , as he stood upon that lofty mountain top at midnight in the flooding light of the moon , his gaze meeting the sweet responsive one from the wide opened eyes of this -- savage . `` Say , Nyonyoba ! '' and the voice was full and rich , -- `` say , Nyonyoba , what will you give me if I show you that which will delight your eyes ? Will you love me very much -- very much ? ''