nearly midnight
-- `` his _ grave _ , in six months ! '' ... She flung herself back in her chair , her hands dropping listlessly into her lap . `` Oh -- my little , dead baby ! '' ... It was nearly midnight ; the fire had burned quite out ; the room had fallen into shadows . Oh , yes , as she told Sam Wright , she was happy . Her face fell into lines of dull indifference . She got up , wearily , rubbing her eyes with her knuckles , as a child does ; then suddenly remembered that she had reached no conclusion about this little boy Dr. Lavendar was interested in .