midnight
During the noon hour , which the monarch had spent alone , thoughts so sad , bordering upon melancholy , had visited him , although for several hours he had been free from pain , that he relinquished his resentful intention of showing his undutiful sister how little he cared for her surprise and how slight was his desire to enjoy music . In fact , he , too , regarded it as medicine , and hoped especially for a favourable effect from the exquisite soprano voice in the motet `` Tu pulchra es . '' He still had some things to look over with Granvelle , but the orchestra and the boy choir must be ready by ten o'clock . Would it not have been foolish to bear this intolerable , alarming mood until the midnight meal ? It must be dispelled , for he himself perceived how groundless it was . The pain had passed away , the despatches contained no bad news , and Dr. Mathys had permitted him to go out the next day . When Adrian already had his hand on the door knob , he called after him , `` And Appenzelder must see that the exquisite new voice -- he knows -- is heard . ''