Midnight
Her eyes went beyond Porter , beyond the porch , to the Tower Rooms where a light flared , suddenly . Roger Poole was not in the garden ; he had gone up without saying `` Good-night . '' _ In Which Roger Writes a Letter ; and in Which a Rose Blooms Upon the Pages of a Book . _ _ In the Tower Rooms , Midnight -- _ It is best to write it . What I might have said to you in the garden would have been halting at best . How could I speak it all with your clear eyes upon me -- all the sordid history of those years which are best buried , but whose ghosts to-night have risen again ? If in these months -- this year that I have lived in these rooms , I have seemed to hide that which you will now know , it was not because I wanted to set myself before you as something more than I am .