midnight
Mrs Greenly had paid one brief visit to the sick-room , and then , weary with the exertions of the week , betook herself to the attic-nursery to rest . Christie was left quite alone but her solitary musings were not so sad as they had been many a time . And sitting there in the dim light of the night-lamp , she said to herself , `` I can never , never have such sad thoughts again . '' It was past midnight when Mrs Lee entered the nursery again . Little Harry was on the bed , and his weary nurse was preparing to lie down beside him . `` He seems to be sleeping quietly , '' said his mother , as she bent over him , `` Yes , ma'am -- much more quietly than he did last night . I think he will have a good night , '' said Christie .