midnight
-- flung out into the night -- by Eleanor ? But why ? He thought -- and thought . A black sense of entanglement and fate grew upon him in the darkness , as he thought of the two women together , in the midnight silence , while he was pacing thus , alone . He met it with the defiance of newborn passion -- with the resolute planning of a man who feels himself obscurely threatened , and realises that his chief menace lies , not in the power of any outside enemy , but in the very goodness of the woman he loves . ' _ Alas ! there is no instinct like the heart -- The heart -- which may be broken : happy they !