two o'clock
For this one hour she felt herself a wife like other wives -- a wife and mother , -- watching her husband and her child . It was still a mystery to her how this could be , but the feeling had its own exquisite sweetness , how dearly soever that sweetness was bought ; and she drank it in greedily . Now and then she rose softly to assure herself that all was well , and each time the even breath and calm face spoke of rest that might have been life-giving , if there had yet been in the worn-out frame the faintest power of revival . But between one and two o'clock Christian awoke . He did not move , but his wife , looking at him , saw his eyes open , and an indescribable difference in his aspect which made her heart leap , for she knew that his mind had awakened also , for that one last recognition that she had so longed for . She said nothing , however , but brought a few spoonfuls of wine and gave to him . He took them , watching her silently all the while , but not seeming fully to recognize her until she came and knelt down at his side , taking his cold hand in hers .