midnight
Erica , who could not but tremble , with fear as well as expectation , blessed his words in her heart : and so , in truth , did every woman present . No one thought of going to rest , though Madame Erlingsen urged it upon those over whom she had influence . Finding that Erica had sat up to watch the cattle the night before , she compelled her to go and lie down : but no compulsion could make her sleep ; and Orga and Frolich did the best they could for her , by running to her with news of any fresh appearance below . Just after midnight , they brought her word that the bishop had ordered every one but M. Kollsen away from the ridge . The schooner had peeped out from behind the promontory , and was stealing up with a soft west wind -- `` A west wind ! '' exclaimed Erica . `` Any fog ? ''