About midnight
Supper was brought by a servant , not the damsel of the porch . We sat round the tray , Peter said grace , but scarcely anything else ; he appeared sad and dejected , his wife looked anxiously upon him . I was as silent as my friends ; after a little time we retired to our separate places of rest . About midnight I was awakened by a noise ; I started up and listened ; it appeared to me that I heard voices and groans . In a moment I had issued from my tent -- all was silent -- but the next moment I again heard groans and voices ; they proceeded from the tilted cart where Peter and his wife lay ; I drew near , again there was a pause , and then I heard the voice of Peter , in an accent of extreme anguish , exclaim , ` Pechod Ysprydd Glan -- O pechod Ysprydd Glan ! ' and then he uttered a deep groan . Anon , I heard the voice of Winifred , and never shall I forget the sweetness and gentleness of the tones of her voice in the stillness of that night .