midnight
`` I -- should -- like -- '' The excitements and sorrows of the day left him gently . He stretched his small limbs luxuriously , and half turned upon his face . Oskar , who hated disorder , drew the covering in stiff and geometrical exactness across his small figure , and tiptoed out of the room . Sometime after midnight the Chancellor passed the guard and came into the room . There , standing by the bed , he prayed a soldier 's prayer , and into it went all his hopes for his country , his grief for his dead comrade and sovereign , his loyalty to his new King . King Otto , who was , for all the digestive tablets , not sleeping well , roused and saw him there , and sat upright at once . `` Is it morning ? ''