midnight
`` Why , what is the matter with you ? '' `` Did you not say it was midnight ? '' `` Yes . '' `` Then -- But is it already midnight ? '' Rosario made an effort to speak , then shook her head , on which the weight of a world was pressing . `` Something is the matter with you ; you have something on your mind , '' said her mother , fixing on her daughter her penetrating eyes . `` Yes -- I wanted to tell you , '' stammered the girl , `` I wanted to say -- Nothing , nothing , I will go to sleep . ''