midnight
If she thinks otherwise , she does me injustice , and I will tell her so before I sleep . She does not know how well I love her . * * * * * My dear Margaret , Leonora and I have had a quarrel -- the first serious quarrel we ever had in our lives ; and the end of it is , that she is an angel , and I am a fool . Just as I laid down my pen after writing to you , though it was long past midnight , I marched into Leonora 's apartment , resolved to surprise or to force her confidence . I found her awake , as I expected , and up and dressed , as I did not expect , sitting in her dressing-room , her head leaning upon her hand . I knew what she was thinking of ; she had a heap of Mr. L -- ` s old letters beside her . She denied that she was in tears , and I will not swear to the tears , but I think I saw signs of them notwithstanding .