midnight
Sight of the enduring hills would evoke in my George the uttered belief that they would be an infernal sweat to climb ; sound of the immense seas if in anger would move my Mary to prayer for all those in peril on the wave , if in lapping tranquillity to sentimental thoughts of her George . But they had laughter and they had love . Adversity can make little fight against those lusty weapons . And now we have an exquisite balcony scene and rare midnight alarms for your delectation . An Exquisite Balcony Scene ; And Something About Sausages . On that day when George left his Mary at the little lodgings in Meath Street , Battersea , Bill Wyvern returned to Paitley Hill after absence from home for a week upon a visit . His Margaret was his first thought upon his arrival .