one o'clock
She was still weak from her recent illness ; her nerves were excited by the unusual pleasure she felt in playing once more with her husband , and this sudden shattering of her hopes of a renewed tenderness proved more than she could bear : she put her head between her hands upon the keyboard and broke into a paroxysm of tears . We both ran to her ; but while we were attempting to assuage her grief , John shut his violin into its case , took the music-book under his arm , and left the room without saying a word to any of us , not even to the weeping girl , whose sobs seemed as though they would break her heart . We got her put to bed at once , but it was some hours before her convulsive sobbing ceased . Mrs. Temple had administered to her a soothing draught of proved efficacy , and after sitting with her till after one o'clock , I left her at last dozing off to sleep , and myself sought repose . I was quite wearied out with the weight of my anxiety , and with the crushing bitterness of seeing my dearest Constance 's feelings so wounded . Yet in spite , or rather perhaps on account of my trouble , my head had scarcely touched my pillow ere I fell into a deep sleep . A room in the south wing had been converted for the nonce into a nursery , and for the convenience of being near her infant Constance now slept in a room adjoining .