midnight
She was won . The rosy gate from which the word had issued was closed with a seal . Ripton did not enjoy his introduction to the caged bird of beauty that night . He received a lesson in the art of pumping from the worthy landlady below , up to an hour when she yawned , and he blinked , and their common candle wore with dignity the brigand 's hat of midnight , and cocked a drunken eye at them from under it . Beauty , of course , is for the hero . Nevertheless , it is not always he on whom beauty works its most conquering influence . It is the dull commonplace man into whose slow brain she drops like a celestial light , and burns lastingly .