midnight
`` A fresh cloth , Euphemia . '' This time she held it on with a firm pressure that I was too weak to resist . I expostulated feebly that I was drowning , which she also laid to my mental exaltation , and then I finally dropped into a damp sleep . It was probably midnight when I roused again . I had been dreaming of the wreck , and it was inexpressibly comforting to feel the stability of my bed , and to realize the equal stability of Mrs. Klopton , who sat , fully attired , by the night light , reading Science and Health . `` Does that book say anything about opening the windows on a hot night ? '' I suggested , when I had got my bearings .