midnight
Very still and solemn was that chamber ; but there was no sorrow there -- no weeping , no struggle of life with death . After a few hours all suffering ceased , and Mrs. Rothesay lay quiet ; sometimes in her daughter 's arms , sometimes with Olive sitting by her side . Now and then they talked together , holding peaceful communion , like friends about to part for a long journey , in which neither wished to leave unsaid any words of love or counsel ; but all was spoken calmly , hopefully , and without grief or fear . As midnight approached , Olive 's eyes grew heavy , and a strange drowsiness oppressed her . Many a watcher has doubtless felt this -- the dull stupor which comes over heart and brain , sometimes even compelling sleep , though some beloved one lies dying . Hannah , who sat up with Olive , tried to persuade her to go down and take some coffee which she had prepared . Mrs. Rothesay , overhearing , entreated the same .