midnight
The purple blossoms did indeed do her good . Not that she slept , however ; but she lay there with closed eyes , penetrated by the refreshing odour that came from his gift ; happy to await events , in a repose and confident abandonment of her whole being . But suddenly she started . It was past midnight . She opened her eyes , and was astonished to find her chamber filled with a clear bright light . Above the great elms the moon rose slowly , dimming the stars in the pale sky . Through the window she saw the apse of the cathedral , almost white , and it seemed to her as if it were the reflection of this whiteness which entered her room , like the light of the dawn , fresh and pure .