Midnight
Thus they passed up the path , and out at the White Gate . I delayed a little while , listening to the wind , and to the prattle of the stream , that went singing along in daylight or in darkness , by our happy home at Longfield . And I sighed to myself , `` Poor Lady Caroline ! '' Midnight though it was , I sat up until John and his wife came home . They said scarcely anything , but straightway retired . In the morning , all went on in the house as usual , and no one ever knew of this night 's episode , except us three . In the morning , Guy looked wistfully around him , asking for the `` pretty lady ; '' and being told that she was gone , and that he would not be likely to see her again , seemed disappointed for a minute ; but soon he went down to play at the stream , and forgot all .