about midnight
`` Let us turn round , I know you do n't feel well . '' But this difficulty in breathing passed away so quickly that she scolded herself for the excessive anxiety she always felt on his account , an anxiety that had embittered so many years of her life . But one night he had another attack , worse than the others he had already had at home . It might have been about midnight when Käte , who was sleeping softly , rocked to sleep by the constant roar of the sea , was startled by a knocking at the door between their two rooms , and by a cry of `` Mother , oh mother ! '' Was not that a child moaning ? She sat up drowsily -- then she recognised his voice . `` Wolfgang , yes , what 's the matter ? ''