Midnight
It was , then , if she might believe him , some appointed crisis in her fate ; and how should she tell him of Glyndon 's hateful words ? The pure and the proud mind can never confide its wrongs to another , only its triumphs and its happiness . But at that late hour would Zanoni visit her , -- could she receive him ? Midnight was at hand . Still in undefined suspense , in intense anxiety , she lingered in the room . The quarter before midnight sounded , dull and distant . All was still , and she was about to pass to her sleeping-room , when she heard the hoofs of a horse at full speed ; the sound ceased , there was a knock at the door .