three hours before noon
Then she rose and , smiling , kissed Els , who was sleeping , on the forehead , told Sister Renata that she would go to rest , and lay down on her bed in the darkened chamber . Whilst praying and reflecting she had thought constantly of her mother . Now she dreamed that Heinz Schorlin had borne her in his strong arms out of the burning convent , as Sir Boemund Altrosen had saved the Countess von Montfort , and carried her to the dead woman , who looked as fresh and well as in the days before her sickness . When , three hours before noon , she awoke , she returned greatly refreshed to her dead mother . How mild and gentle her face was even now ; yet the dear , silent lips could never again give her a morning greeting and , overwhelmed by grief , she threw herself on her knees before the coffin . But she soon rose again . Her recent slumber had transformed the passionate anguish into quiet sorrow .