midnight
I tell thee , in such a dilemma , she would lie , till the very sun at noon hid his face out of shame . Know -LSB- 20 -RSB- , that long ago there lived at Wáránasí -LSB- 21 -RSB- an independent lady , of beauty so extraordinary , that swarms of lovers use to buzz continually about her like great black bees about the mango blossom in the spring . But independent though she was , she was so fastidious , that none of her innumerable lovers ever touched her heart even for a moment . And hence she lived like a lamp at midnight surrounded by the corpses of her victims , who fluttered about her lustre and perished in its flame . And then at last , one day it came about that a tall young Rajpoot almost as beautiful as thou art arrived at Wáránasí . And Kasháyiní -LSB- 22 -RSB- -LRB- for that was her name -RRB- saw him from a window as he came into the city ; and instantly like an empty pitcher suddenly plunged into the Ganges , she was filled to the very brim by the inrush of Love 's sacred nectar . And she said to herself : The very first thing that he will hear of in the city is myself .