seven in the morning
She could no longer see us ! Yet she was there still in the charm of the faint melody , with its sweetness not of this earth . During the night the death agony began . It is now seven in the morning , and I have just myself raised her from bed . Some flicker of strength revived ; she wished to sit by her window , and asked for Gaston 's hand . And then , my love , the sweetest spirit whom we shall ever see on this earth departed , leaving us the empty shell . The last sacrament had been administered the evening before , unknown to Gaston , who was taking a snatch of sleep during this agonizing ceremony ; and after she was moved to the window , she asked me to read her the _ De Profundis _ in French , while she was thus face to face with the lovely scene , which was her handiwork .