about midnight
I pray God I may be at a better occupation presently . '' He thanked His Royal Highness the Duke of York -LRB- who was by his bed all that night , weeping and kissing his hand repeatedly -RRB- for all his attention and love for him , and asked his pardon for any hardship that had been done to his brother , through his fault . He gave him his clothes and his keys ; telling him that all was now his ; and that he prayed God to give him a prosperous reign . To Her Majesty who came to see him again about midnight , he shewed the tenderest consideration and love : but the Queen , who swooned again and again at the sight of him , and had to be carried back to her apartments , sent him a message later begging his pardon for any offence that she had ever done to him . `` What ! '' whispered the King . `` What !