midnight
How perfectly serene and happy she looked ! I fully expected her to open her lips and speak . When this did not happen , the sense of my awful loss surged back into my brain , seeming almost to take my reason ; but another quiet hour by the side of my darling partially restored me . It was midnight . A perfect storm of grief had just spent itself and left me weak and weary . I threw myself , with a heavy sigh , into the depth of the lounging chair . Presently I slept .