midnight
Women are all just so , not a cherry stone to choose between them -- I will never wonder again at anything a woman does -- Was ever a lover so betrayed ? Oh Cornelia ! your ink should have frozen in your pen , ere you wrote such words to me . '' Thus his passionate grief and anger tortured him until midnight . Then he had a high fever and a distracting headache , and , the physical torment being the most insistent and distressing , he gave way before it . With such agonizing tears as spring from despairing wounded love he threw himself upon his bed , and his craving , suffering heart at length found rest in sleep from the terrible egotism of its sorrow . Never for one instant did he imagine this sorrow to be a mistaken and quite unnecessary one .