about five o'clock in the morning
He put down all the books , and went and looked at himself in the mirror . He saw a face rather paler , more worn than some weeks ago . For the last few nights Woodville had suffered from insomnia -- a trouble at which he used to scoff and smile , firmly believing , until it had been his own experience , that it was affectation . The second day that he had gone to look out of the window at about five o'clock in the morning , feeling that curious lucid clearness of brain , almost a kind of second-sight , sometimes produced by unwonted sleeplessness , he still thought that people made much too much fuss about a restless night or two . `` Suppose a fellow could n't sleep for a time ! Well , he can read , or work . It was nothing . ''