About two o'clock
She put her arms under his head and drew him to her breast , stooping over him and kissing him . So the first part of the night went by , he very much under the influence of morphia and not in pain ; murmured words passing at intervals between them , the outward signs of an inward and ineffable bond . Often , as she sat motionless beside him , the thought of her mother stirred in her heart -- father , mother , husband -- close , close all of them -- `` closer than hands and feet '' -- one with her and one with God . About two o'clock she gave him the new drug , he piteously consenting for her sake . Then in a mortal terror she resumed her place beside him . In a few minutes surely the pain , the leaping hungry pain would be upon him , and she must see him wrestle with it defenceless . She sat holding her breath , all existence gathered into fear .