midnight
I knew that Ottilia and Janet would be out . For myself , I dared not leave the house . I sat in my room , harried by the most penetrating snore which can ever have afflicted wakeful ears . It proclaimed so deep-seated a peacefulness in the bosom of the disturber , and was so arrogant , so ludicrous , and inaccessible to remonstrance , that it sounded like a renewal of our midnight altercation on the sleeper 's part . Prolonged now and then beyond all bounds , it ended in the crashing blare whereof utter wakefulness can not imagine honest sleep to be capable , but a playful melody twirled back to the regular note . He was fast asleep on the sitting-room sofa , while I walked fretting and panting . To this twinship I seemed condemned .