midnight
for ten years ' more war . Beside the thing is done ; my name went in this morning . '' She said , `` God 's will be done ; '' and he left his young bride and his old father once again . The nightingale grew melodious in the midnight woods , the swallows nestled again in the chimneys , and day by day the shadows under the old avenue grew darker and darker till merry June was half gone ; and then one Saturday came the rumour of a great defeat . All the long weary summer Sabbath that followed , Agnes and Marmaduke silently paced the terrace , till the curate -- having got through his own services somehow , and broken down in the `` prayer during war and tumults , '' -- came hurrying back to them to give what comfort he could . Alas ! that was but little .