midnight
I had promised the sailors that should a passage open to the south , I would not continue my voyage , but would instantly direct my course southward . On the 11th a breeze sprung from the west , and the passage towards the south became perfectly free . Frankenstein bade me farewell when he heard my decision , and died pressing my hand . At midnight I heard the sound of a hoarse human voice in the cabin where the remains of Frankenstein were lying . I entered , and there , over the body , hung a form gigantic , but uncouth and distorted , and with a face of appalling hideousness . The monster uttered wild and incoherent self-reproaches . `` He is dead who called me into being , '' he cried , `` and the remembrance of us both will speedily vanish .