noon
He told me to go to sleep , so that I knew he did not know the answer to my question . I lay at ease tranquilly turning the problem over in my mind . Four weeks , six weeks , eight weeks ; why , if I was lucky , it would carry me through to the holidays ! At all events , school was already very far away , like a nightmare remembered at noon . I said good-night to my brother , and received an irritated grunt in reply . I did not mind his surliness ; tomorrow when I woke up , I would begin my dreams . When I found myself in bed in the morning , already sick at heart because even while I slept I could not forget the long torment of my life at school , I would lie still for a minute or two and try to concentrate my shuddering mind on something pleasant , some little detail of the moment that seemed to justify hope .