midnight
St. Paul loomed high in the murky darkness . He got into the ridiculously narrow streets of Paternoster Row , where he had on his first visit bought a Bible . The evening was far spent and the crowds were thinning when he recognized the Bank of England corner . Realizing at last that he was tired , he climbed on top of a bus going in the direction of his lodgings , where he arrived somewhere near midnight . He went to bed , but not to sleep for many hours . `` Lucy , you are my sister . I love you as that -- but my wife you never can be -- '' yes ; he would have to tell her that .