midnight
Lizzie blushed to the forehead , but without resenting Andora 's divination . She could not have breathed a word of her bliss , but she was not altogether sorry to have it guessed , and pity for Andora 's destitution yielded to the pleasure of using it as a mirror for her own abundance . DEERING wrote again on reaching New York , a long , fond , dissatisfied letter , vague in its indication of his own projects , specific in the expression of his love . Lizzie brooded over every syllable of it till they formed the undercurrent of all her waking thoughts , and murmured through her midnight dreams ; but she would have been happier if they had shed some definite light on the future . That would come , no doubt , when he had had time to look about and get his bearings . She counted up the days that must elapse before she received his next letter , and stole down early to peep at the papers , and learn when the next American mail was due . At length the happy date arrived , and she hurried distractedly through the day 's work , trying to conceal her impatience by the endearments she bestowed upon her pupils .