Midnight
The Celtic and Latin strains that were mingled in her , their natural sympathies and repulsions , which had been indistinct in the girl , overlaid by the deposits of the current American world , were becoming dominant in the woman . * * * * * Well , thank goodness , modern life is not as the old ! There are ways out . Midnight had just struck . The night was gusty , the north-west wind made fierce attacks on the square , comfortable house . Daphne rose slowly ; she moved noiselessly across the floor ; she stood with her arms behind her looking down at the sleeping Roger . Then a thought struck her ; she reached out a hand to the new number of an American Quarterly which lay , with the paper knife in it , on a table beside the bed .