midnight
`` How does she look ? '' `` She looks -- at peace . '' He turned away again , while I watched him ; but after a moment he began : `` At what hour , then -- ? '' `` It must have been near midnight . She dropped as she reached her house -- from an affection of the heart which she knew herself and her physician knew her to have , but of which , patiently , bravely she had never spoken to me . '' He listened intently and for a minute he was unable to speak . At last he broke out with an accent of which the almost boyish confidence , the really sublime simplicity rings in my ears as I write : `` Was n't she _ wonderful _ ! ''