midnight
My soul adores his humanity . I humbly kiss your hands , Senora , and the hands of your exalted daughters . `` LOPEZ NAVARRO . Until midnight this letter furnished the anxious , loving women with an unceasing topic of interest . The allusion to her husband made the Senora weep . She retired to her oratory and poured out her love and her fears in holy salutations , in thanksgivings and entreaties . The next morning there was an ominous lull in the atmosphere .