twenty minutes to twelve
Raphael thought of following Pauline , feared to compromise her , and stayed . He looked at Foedora ; she seemed to him positively ugly . Unable to understand a single phrase of the music , and feeling stifled in the theatre , he went out , and returned home with a full heart . `` Jonathan , '' he said to the old servant , as soon as he lay in bed , `` give me half a drop of laudanum on a piece of sugar , and do n't wake me to-morrow till twenty minutes to twelve . '' `` I want Pauline to love me ! '' he cried next morning , looking at the talisman the while in unspeakable anguish . The skin did not move in the least ; it seemed to have lost its power to shrink ; doubtless it could not fulfil a wish fulfilled already .