Midnight
Reply to this question , you , whom I see there in the mirror ; reply to it , proud woman with the precious diadem , how does it come that you look so sad , although the world says that you are happy and highly honored ? '' She paused , and looked almost expectantly at her own image in the looking-glass . The clock commenced all at once striking twelve . `` Midnight ! '' whispered Marianne ; `` midnight , the hour in which ghosts walk ! I will also call up a ghost , '' she said , after a short pause ; `` I will call it up and compel it to reply to me . '' And raising her arm toward the glittering , radiant image in the looking-glass , she said in a loud and solemn voice : `` Marianne Meier , rise from your grave and come hither to reply to my questions !