midnight
She felt a hot , burning sensation upon her forehead , and suddenly a bright light shone in the obscure room . Wilhelmine screamed , and covered her eyes . When she ventured to look up , only soft moonlight penetrated from the high window into the apartment , and she was alone . `` To-morrow -- to-morrow , at midnight ! '' she murmured , shuddering , and casting a timid look around . `` I wish I only knew whether it were a man , or whether the god Apollo has really appeared to me in human form , '' sighed Conrector Moritz , as he paced his room -- a strange , gloomy apartment , quite in keeping with the singular occupant -- gray walls , with Greek apothegms inscribed upon them in large letters -- dirty windows , pasted over with strips of paper ; high , open book-shelves , containing several hundred books , some neatly arranged , others thrown together in confusion . In the midst of a chaos of books and papers stood a colossal bust of the Apollo-Belvedere upon a table near the window , the whiteness and beauty of which were in singular contrast , to the dust and disorder which surrounded it .