midnight
But not as Dowie had expected it or in the way she hard thought `` Nature . '' She had scarcely left her charge during the night though she had pretended that she had slept as usual in an adjoining room . She stole in and out , she sat by the bed and watched the face on the pillow and thanked God that -- strangely enough -- the child slept . She had not dared to hope that she would sleep , but before midnight she became still and fell into a deep quiet slumber . It seemed deep , for she ceased to stir and it was so quiet that once or twice Dowie became a little anxious and bent over her to look at her closely and listen to her breathing . But , though the small white face was always a touching sight , it was no whiter than usual and her breathing though low and very soft was regular . `` But where the strength 's to come from the good God alone knows ! ''