midnight
At the wooing of Cordis her heart had awaked , and in the high , new joy of loving , she scorned the tame delight of being loved , which , until then , had been her only idea of the passion . Henry presently discovered that , to stay in the village a looker-on while the love affair of Madeline and Cordis progressed to its consummation , was going to be too much for him . Instead of his getting used to the situation , it seemed to grow daily more insufferable . Every evening the thought that they were together made him feverish and restless till toward midnight , when , with the reflection that Cordis had surely by that time left her , came a possibility of sleep . And yet , all this time he was not conscious of any special hate toward that young man . . If he had been in his power he would probably have left him unharmed .