nine o'clock
_ I _ have done ; and my merciful Judge has evinced his pardon of my errors by sparing me in my old age , and leading me to die with you . '' Thaddeus pressed his friend 's hand to his streaming eyes , and promised to be resigned . Butzou smiled his satisfaction ; then closing his eyelids , he composed himself to a rest that was neither sleep nor stupor , but a balmy serenity , which seemed to be tempering his lately recovered soul for its immediate entrance on a world of eternal peace . At nine o'clock his breath became broken with quick sighs . The count 's heart trembled , and he drew closer to the pillow . Butzou felt him ; and opening his eyes languidly , articulated , `` Raise my head . '' Thaddeus put his arm under his neck , and lifting him up , reclined him against his bosom .