midnight
The tinkling breeze was cool and fresh and invigorating . Fear vanished from her . She felt herself a part of the elements , a part of the night , the lone representative of life and consciousness , and God amid the waste of primeval desolation . So she sailed , exalted , ennobled , until long after midnight . When her thoughts turned to the man sleeping at her feet , she leaned down , gazing long and earnestly upon his face . Then , as he stirred , she let her hand rest on his forehead a moment . `` It is time to awaken , Daniel , '' she said .