midnight
A thousand superstitious tales were current in the family . Apparitions had been seen , and voices had been heard on a multitude of occasions . My father was a confident believer in supernatural tokens . The voice of his wife , who had been many years dead , had been twice heard at midnight whispering at his pillow . I frequently asked myself whether a scheme favourable to my views might not be built upon these foundations . Suppose -LRB- thought I -RRB- my mother should be made to enjoin upon him compliance with my wishes ? This idea bred in me a temporary consternation .