about
midnight
The torment of her mind was awful ; should she try his remedy ? She went to the sideboard and poured herself out some whisky , but even as she raised it to her lips she felt it unworthy to have recourse to it , and put the glass down untouched . After that she went and leant against the window-frame . It was about midnight , and very few people passed . Whenever a man appeared in the distance , she had a moment of hope , but only to be followed by the sickening sensation of another disappointment . The mental anguish was so great that for some time she paid no attention to physical symptoms which had now begun . By degrees , however , these became importunate , and oh the relief of it !