midnight
Harry near -- adoring -- _ exigeant _ , could be an evil ; but Harry away , engaged every thought ; and if thinking of a person is the first step to love , he ought to have been satisfied with the way Bluebell was employing herself . One evening she was sitting in her bed-room with the window open . There was a light breath of spring in the air though the nights were frosty . It was near midnight , and starlight , which has ever attractions for the young ; later on , a warm fireside and creature comforts are more congenial . Archie , the dog , with his nose on his paws , bore her company ; presently he gave a low growl , and pricked his ears -- a moment after , Bluebell fancied she could hear the sound of wheels on the frosty ground . It became clearer and clearer ; presently she could distinguish the red lights of a fly , and then she knew that Harry was come . That his mission had been unsuccessful , she read at once in avoidance of her questioning eyes , yet , strange to say , it seemed of secondary importance .