midnight
She had wished to be free to give way to her terrible grief . Evelyn , however , waked just enough to explain that she wanted to sleep with her , and threw one slender arm over her , and then sank again into the sound sleep of childhood . Maria lay sobbing quietly , and her sister did not awaken at all . It might have been midnight when the door of the room was softly opened and light flared across the ceiling . Maria turned , and Ida stood in the doorway . She had on a red wrapper , and she held a streaming candle . Her black hair floated around her beautiful face , which had not lost its color or its smile , although what she said might reasonably have caused it to do so .