midnight
They were the things she knew , rather than the things she felt , but the terror of what was to be was as real as the grief for what had been , though as yet it had less strength to move her . The blow had struck her down , and until she should try to rise she could feel nothing but the blow . In truth she did not think that she should live until the morning . It was midnight when they lit candles , and set them beside him in great candlesticks as he lay . And she sat down at his feet and watched his still face , from beneath the shawl that hung over her head . It had been in her hands when they had told her , and her fingers had closed upon it stiffly ; so she had it when she came to his room . She was glad , for she could cover herself from the eyes of those who came and went , but her own eyes could see out , from under it , and no tears blinded her .