about midnight
Not a word I said to her that day about Clark 's invitation . Yet I asked myself repeatedly : Did she not know of it ? Had she not _ listened _ , and heard ? However that was , about midnight , to my great surprise , Peters opened his eyes , and smiled . By noon the next day , his fine vitality , which so fitted him for an Arctic expedition , had re-asserted itself . He was then leaning on an elbow , talking to Wilson , and except his pallor , and strong stomach-pains , there was now hardly a trace of his late approach to death . For the pains I prescribed some quarter-grain tablets of sulphate of morphia , and went away .