midnight
But the fallen prince would not so much as turn one glance from his parted hamstrings . Palmyre was then besought to intercede . She made one poor attempt , but her husband was nearer doing her an unkindness than ever he had been before ; he made a slow sign for silence -- with his fist ; and every mouth was stopped . At midnight following , there came , on the breeze that blew from the mansion , a sound of running here and there , of wailing and sobbing -- another Bridegroom was coming , and the Spaniard , with much such a lamp in hand as most of us shall be found with , neither burning brightly nor wholly gone out , went forth to meet Him . `` Bras-Coupé , '' said Palmyre , next evening , speaking low in his mangled ear , `` the master is dead ; he is just buried . As he was dying , Bras-Coupé , he asked that you would forgive him . '' The maimed man looked steadfastly at his wife .