about midnight
The surgeon , hollow-eyed , grey with fatigue , dropping for sleep , spoke at the open front door to the elderly lady of the house and to Margaret Cleave . `` Lieutenant Waller will die , I am afraid , though always while there is life there is hope . No , there is nothing -- I have given Mrs. Cleave directions , and his boy is a good nurse . I 'll come back myself about midnight . That Louisiana youngster is all right . You might get two men and move him from that room . No ; the other wo n't lose the foot .