midnight
Is it my fault that you love me ? '' He answers with a sob in his throat : `` Do not speak so , little Downie ! It is too soon to speak so . '' He wanders there the whole night and towards midnight comes a little darkness . He is in great trouble ; the heavy , sultry air seems to be still in terror of some crime which is to be committed in the morning . He tries to calm the night by saying aloud : `` I shall not do it . '' Then the most wonderful thing happens .