midnight
Clara was her earliest visitor , and each asked the other whether she had slept , and took the answer from the face presented to her . The rings of Laetitia 's eyes were very dark . Clara was her mirror , and she said : `` A singular object to be persecuted through a night for her hand ! I know these two damp dead leaves I wear on my cheeks to remind me of midnight vigils . But you have slept well , Clara . '' `` I have slept well , and yet I could say I have not slept at all , Laetitia . I was with you , dear , part in dream and part in thought : hoping to find you sensible before I go . ''