midnight
In this , at all events , his fatalism had become her own way of thinking . To talk of controlling love is nonsensical ; dead love is dead beyond hope . But need one sink into a slough of vileness ? At midnight she went to her bedroom . He would not come now . Sleep seemed far from her , and yet before the clock struck one she had fallen into a painful slumber . When she awoke , it was to toss and writhe for hours in uttermost misery .