midnight
I hurried on my clothes , and Delaney -- dear good man -- he was just as quick ; and off we came , and sure enough , we found her in a bad way , and nobody with her but the servants ; and I sent off after you , and after the doctor ; and he just came in time to help her ; but she went on wofully ; was very lightheaded ; talked a great deal about you ; and about Mr. Edgerton ; I suppose because he had just been seeing her home ; but did n't seem to know and does n't know to this moment what has happened to her . '' I have shortened very considerably the long story which Mrs. Delaney made of it . Rambling as it was -- full of nonsense -- with constant references to her `` dear good man , '' and her party , the company , herself , her fashion , and frivolities -- there was yet something to sting and trouble me at the core of her narration . Edgerton and my wife linger to the last -- Edgerton rides home with her -- he and she in the carriage , alone , at midnight ; -- and then this catastrophe , which the doctor thought was a natural consequence of some excitement or alarm . These facts wrought like madness in my brain . Then , too , in her delirium she raves of HIM ! Is not that significant ?