midnight
She resolved that there could not be ; and it was upon this basis of reason that she fancied she had led him to it . Legitimate or not , the fancy sprang from a solid foundation . Yesterday morning she could not have conceived it . Now she was endowed to feel that she had power to influence him , because now , since the midnight , she felt some emancipation from the spell of his physical mastery . He did not appear to her as a different man , but she had grown sensible of being a stronger woman . He was no more the cloud over her , nor the magnet ; the cloud once heaven-suffused , the magnet fatally compelling her to sway round to him . She admired him still : his handsome air , his fine proportions , the courtesy of his bending to Clara and touching of her hand , excused a fanatical excess of admiration on the part of a woman in her youth , who is never the anatomist of the hero 's lordly graces .