midnight
Faynie had indeed departed from that humble home as she had entered it , in the dark , dim silence of the bitter-cold night . She made her way as best she could to the station which , fortunately enough , was not far distant . The station master was old and anxious to get home , and therefore paid little heed to the little dark-robed figure who bought a ticket to New York , and soon after crept silently aboard of the train which steamed into the little depot of the hamlet , almost buried in the snowdrifts across the hills . Weak and faint from her recent illness , Faynie , the beautiful , petted little heiress of a short time before , huddled into a corner of the seat by the door , and drawing her veil carefully over her face , wept silently and unheeded as the midnight express bore her along to her destination . She was going home to Beechwood ; going back to the home she had left in such high spirits to join the lover who was to be all in all to her forever more ; the lover who was to shield her henceforth and forever from the world 's storms , and was to be all devotion to her and love her fondly until death did them part . And this had been the end of it . Her high hopes lay in ruins around her .