night, about twelve o'clock
`` If he sleep , he will do well , '' were words spoken long ago . And so it was . When the doctor came again , he pronounced his patient better , and told Madge that he might recover . That night , about twelve o'clock , as she was sitting beside the bed , keeping watch , Madge heard a low , weak voice saying her name . She bent down her head , and Raymond whispered , `` Madge , I have had such a happy , beautiful dream , about my painting . Ask GOD that I may live . '' `` Perhaps your dream will come true , darling , for the picture is sold , '' she answered gladly .