 When love awaits the tolling of the midnight bell. Oh, there you are, Davok. I've been looking for you. It's nearly midnight and the guests are expecting a toast to the Earl of Dunbar. Mary, I don't understand that young man's behavior. All evening he's avoided me. He's avoided everyone, Davok, except Margaret. I don't think his eyes have left her face all evening. It's very strange. I have an uncanny feeling he means her harm.