midnight
`` I 'll sleep where I am , '' said he , with some harshness in his tone . `` Good-night . '' The words were scarcely uttered when he turned on his side , and , shading his eyes from the light with his hand , fell fast asleep . It was already past midnight , and as I was fatigued with my day 's walking , I soon retired to my bed , but not to rest . Whenever I closed my eyes , Beauvais 's pale and worn face seemed before me , -- the haggard expression of suffering and privation . And then I fell to thinking what enterprise of danger could involve him in such necessities as these . It must be one of peril , or he had not become what now I saw him .