midnight
whatever she does is best , '' smoothed away the wrong he did her . Had it been in his power he would have thought of her in the abstract -- the stage contiguous to that which he adopted : but the attempt was luckless ; the Stagyrite would have faded in it . What philosopher could have set down that face of sun and breeze and nymph in shadow as a point in a problem ? The library door was opened at midnight by Miss Dale . She dosed it quietly . `` You are not working , Mr. Whitford ? I fancied you would wish to hear of the evening .