a quarter past twelve
The sea agitated itself into strong surges over the place , and then was again still . The moon shone tranquilly over the surface of the water as before . No wreck remained to tell any one of the struggle which there had been with death . The bell tolled a quarter past twelve ; and at that moment the last light at the hall was extinguished . `` I will go to Paris , '' said Wilhelm , `` to my glorious Switzerland ; here at home one is heavy-hearted ; the gillyflowers on the grave have an odor full of melancholy recollections . I must breathe the mountain air ; I must mingle in the tumult of men , and it is quite the best in the world . '' Otto closed his eyes ; he folded his hands .