midnight
Rosarito was trembling , and every thing about her denoted the keenest anxiety . She lifted her eyes to heaven supplicatingly , and then turned them on her mother with a look of the utmost terror . `` Why , what is the matter with you ? '' `` Did you not say it was midnight ? '' `` Yes . '' `` Then -- But is it already midnight ? '' Rosario made an effort to speak , then shook her head , on which the weight of a world was pressing .