midnight
How happy , how warm was the feeling in my heart ! Nothing had I concealed or repressed . No , I had bared all to his sight , and each day would see him draw nearer to me . Truly I could not say what we did not talk about during those painful , yet rapturous , hours when , by the trembling light of a lamp , and almost at the very bedside of my poor sick mother , we kept midnight tryst . Whatsoever first came into our heads we spoke of -- whatsoever came riven from our hearts , whatsoever seemed to call for utterance , found voice . And almost always we were happy . What a grievous , yet joyous , period it was -- a period grievous and joyous at the same time !