midnight
`` I question if you will refuse to see him again , '' said Grace , dryly , as with eyes askance she bent a sapling down . `` But I am not incensed against you as you are against me , '' she added , abandoning the tree to its natural perpendicular . `` Before I came I had been despising you for wanton cruelty ; now I only pity you for misplaced affection . When Edgar has gone out of the house in hope of seeing you , at seasonable hours and unseasonable ; when I have found him riding miles and miles across the country at midnight , and risking his life , and getting covered with mud , to get a glimpse of you , I have called him a foolish man -- the plaything of a finished coquette . I thought that what was getting to be a tragedy to me was a comedy to you . But now I see that tragedy lies on YOUR side of the situation no less than on MINE , and more ; that if I have felt trouble at my position , you have felt anguish at yours ; that if I have had disappointments , you have had despairs . Heaven may fortify me -- God help you ! ''