midnight
The bedroom had been settled up too , and there was a good , comfortable bed ready for any tired man to turn into . Better than all , there was a letter , signed ` Your own Gracey , ' that made me think I might have some life left worth living yet . I lit the fire , and after a bit made shift to boil some tea ; and after I 'd finished what little I could eat I felt better , and sat down before the fire to consider over things . It was late enough -- midnight -- before I turned in . I could n't sleep then ; but at last I must have dropped off , because the sun was shining into the room , through the old window with the broken shutter , when I awoke . At first I did n't think of getting up . Then I knew , all of a sudden , that I could open the door and go out .