midnight
When they reached the camp , Elaine was not yet fully convinced that Grenville was uninjured . She brought him a rag she had torn from some of her clothing and begged him to wash his reddened jaw . Even the restoration of his former stubbled complexion could not suffice to bring her that sense of certainty and calm essential before she could sleep . She remained beside him at their fire till long past the midnight hour . Indeed , she had made no move to retire when at length the weird , unwelcome disturbance made by the tide had begun its uncanny chorus . Perhaps she had waited for the conclusion of this added feature of the night 's long ritual of nerve-attacking events , for she seemed to be considerably cheered when its final wail had died upon the air . `` It seems to me that does n't continue quite as long as it did at first , '' she said to Grenville , as she rose at last to go alone to her cavern ... `` I think you ought to rest .