midnight
`` Mine would you , '' Fran asserted , with more reason . Abbott , conscious of a dreadful emptiness , took Fran 's hand again . `` I 'll never be out of your reach , Fran . '' She did not seek to draw away , but said , with dark meaning , `` Remember the bridge at midnight . '' `` I remember how you looked , with the moonlight silvering your face -- you were just beautiful that night , little Nonpareil ! '' `` But not quite so in daylight , '' murmured Fran wickedly , `` as this morning ? '' `` Anyway , '' he answered desperately , `` you look as I 'd have you look -- can you ask more than that , since I ca n't ? ''