midnight
She could not believe that Don José really hated her husband for buying of the successful claimant , as there was no other legal title . Allowing herself to become interested in the guileless gossip of the new handmaiden , proud of her broken English , she was drawn into a sympathy with the grave simplicity of Don José 's character , a relic of that true nobility which placed this descendant of the Castilians and the daughter of a free people on the same level . In this way the second day of her occupancy of Los Cuervos closed , with dumb clouds along the gray horizon , and the paroxysms of hysterical wind growing fainter and fainter outside the walls ; with the moon rising after nightfall , and losing itself in silent and mysterious confidences with drifting scud . She went to bed early , but woke past midnight , hearing , as she thought , her own name called . The impression was so strong upon her that she rose , and , hastily enwrapping herself , went to the dark embrasures of the oven-shaped windows , and looked out . The dwarfed oak beside the window was still dropping from a past shower , but the level waste of marsh and meadow beyond seemed to advance and recede with the coming and going of the moon . Again she heard her name called , and this time in accents so strangely familiar that with a slight cry she ran into the corridor , crossed the _ patio _ , and reached the open gate .