midnight
She relieved the pain in her mother 's side with ice compresses -- the ice chipped from the pitiful little cake in their tiny ice-box . She freshened pillows , she smoothed sheets ; she made hot broth and bathed her mother 's shoulders with tepid water and rubbed her temples with menthol . But the fever increased , and at times Mrs. Golden broke through her shallow slumber with meaningless sentences , like the beginning of delirium . At midnight she was panting more and more rapidly -- three times as fast as normal breathing . She was sunk in a stupor . And Una , brooding by the bed , a crouched figure of mute tragedy in the low light , grew more and more apprehensive as her mother seemed to be borne away from her . Una started up .