midnight
I tampered with your sentry . '' `` By God , you lie ! '' was his comment on this . `` She might have tampered with the guard and so got leave to keep a midnight tryst with you , but not you . '' And then to my poor frighted love : `` Have you no shame , Mistress Margery Stair ? '' Now I have said that she was changeful as any child or April sky , but never had I seen her pass from mood to mood as she did then . One moment she stood a woman tremulous and tearful as any woman caught in desperate deed ; the next she became a goddess vilified , and if her look had been a dagger I think her flashing eyes had killed him where he stood .