midnight
He was angry because MTutor had been interfering with matters in which he had no concern , and he was pained because MTutor had condescended to ask questions and invite gossip , like the smaller beings well enough known in the boy-world as in every other , who make gossip the chief object of their existence . Could there be anything in the idol of his youth akin to these ? He felt sore and disappointed , without knowing why , with a dim consciousness that there were many other people whom Mr. Derwentwater might have inquired about without awakening any such feelings in him . When the train stopped , and they got out , it was strange to walk down the silent , midnight streets by MTutor 's side , without the old sensation of pleasure with which the boy felt himself made into the man 's companion . He was awakened out of his maze of dark and painful feelings by the voice of Derwentwater calling upon him to admire the effect of the moonlight upon the river as they crossed the bridge . For long after that scene remained in Jock 's mind against a background of mysterious shadows and perplexity . The moon rode in the midst of a wide clearing of blue between two broken banks of clouds .