midnight
She has dreams of her wild woods and pinings after virgin freedom . I wish Sympson would come again , and oblige her again to entwine her arms about me . I wish there was danger she should lose me , as there is risk I shall lose her . No ; final loss I do not fear , but long delay -- `` It is now night -- midnight . I have spent the afternoon and evening at Fieldhead . Some hours ago she passed me , coming down the oak staircase to the hall . She did not know I was standing in the twilight , near the staircase window , looking at the frost-bright constellations .