About midnight
-- I trusted that this sullenness betokened merely the struggle between disappointment and natural affection , and that in a few days she would be reconciled to her fate . When night came on , she begged that Clara might sleep in a separate cabin . Her servant , however , remained with her . About midnight she spoke to the latter , saying that she had had a bad dream , and bade her go to her daughter , and bring word whether she rested quietly . The woman obeyed . The breeze , that had flagged since sunset , now rose again . I was on deck , enjoying our swift progress .