Three o'clock
I caused myself to be conducted to the north gallery , from which the whole choir of the church can be seen . There , in the midst of the darkness of this vast church , only illuminated by the pale light of the lamp from the chancel , I saw her near the grating on her knees , her hands joined , and praying with fervor . I also knelt , and thought of my child . Three o'clock struck ; two sisters who were seated , but who had not moved their eyes from her , went and whispered to her . In a few moments she made a sign , got up , and crossed the church with a firm step -- although , my friend , when she passed under the lamp , her countenance appeared to me as white as the long veil which floated around her . I also went out of the gallery , intending first to go to meet her , but feared a new emotion would prevent her from taking a few moments ' repose . I sent David to learn how she was ; he came back to tell me she felt better , and intended to try to sleep a little .