twelve o'clock
I walked to the door with her , and her last words were : ` Doctor , I trust my mother to you ; do n't let her suffer . ' I have never seen her again , until I entered this room . I visited Mrs. Brentano several times , but she grew worse very rapidly . One night the ensuing week , my bell was rung at twelve o'clock , and a woman gave me this note , which was written by the prisoner immediately after her arrest , and which enclosed a second , addressed to her mother . '' As he read aloud the concluding lines invoking the mother 's prayers , the doctor 's voice trembled . He took off his spectacles , wiped them , and resumed : `` I was shocked and distressed beyond expression , for I could no more connect the idea of crime with that beautiful , noble souled girl , than with my own sinless daughter ; and I reproached myself then , and doubly condemn myself now , that I did not lend her the money . All that was possible to alleviate the suffering of that mother , I did most faithfully .