about three o'clock
in the morning
When the agony of the Man of Sorrow was at its highest , He retired to a solitary place , and whilst every pore exuded water and blood , he still exclaimed -- `` Not My will , but Thine be done . '' Here was resignation , indeed , but at the same time a heart exquisitely sensible of all it had to bear . And much , indeed , as yet lay before that of the pious mother of our unhappy hero , and severe was the trial which , on this very night , she was doomed to encounter . When Fardorougha awoke , which he did not do until about three o'clock in the morning , he looked wildly about him , and , starting up in the bed , put his two hands on his temples , like a man distracted by acute pain ; yet anxious to develop in his memory the proceedings of the foregoing day . The inmates , however , were startled from their sleep by a shriek , or rather a yell , so loud and unearthly that in a few minutes they stood collected about his bed . It would be impossible , indeed , to conceive , much less to describe , such a picture of utter horror as then presented itself to their observation . A look that resembled the turbid glare of insanity was riveted upon them whilst he uttered shriek after shriek , without the power of articulating a syllable .