eight o’clock
So broken with grief was he that he presented a dreadful spectacle , and appeared to have lost both perception and feeling . His head trembled with agony , and his body quivered from head to foot as at times he murmured to himself something which he appeared to be debating . Every moment I expected to see him go out of his mind . Just before dawn he succumbed to the stress of mental agony , and fell asleep on his mattress like a man who has been beaten ; but by eight o'clock the son was at the point of death , and I ran to wake the father . The dying man was quite conscious , and bid us all farewell . Somehow I could not weep , though my heart seemed to be breaking . The last moments were the most harassing and heartbreaking of all .