midnight
`` It just come back to my mind that you were on the point of saying something a little while ago , and I interrupted you . '' `` No . Good night . '' Mrs. Lessingham did enter the girl 's room something after midnight , carrying a dim taper . Cecily was asleep , but lay as though fatigue had overcome her after much restless moving upon the pillow . Her face was flushed ; one of her hands , that on the coverlet , kept closing itself with a slight spasm . The visitor drew apart and looked about the chamber .