midnight
To me this room was a fascinating and restful place . Somehow it reminded me of an old cemetery . The time-worn books upon its shelves stood in solemn rows , like headstones , sacred to the memory of the men who wrote them -- their titles like inscriptions half obliterated . I did not see Rayel for days after the midnight episode that gave me such a startling revelation of his power . `` Do you think that Rayel knows everything that passes in one 's mind -- a vivid dream , for instance ? '' I asked my uncle one day when we were alone together . Yes , except when he is himself asleep .