midnight
Wherein did it differ from certain other pleasurable emotions , to which he was not a stranger ? And why was the consciousness of her growing larger and larger in his life ? He tried to whistle reflectively , but he had no music in his soul and whistling gave him no solace . It was midnight when he found himself walking past the Nesbit home , looking toward it and wondering which of the open windows was nearest to her . He flinched with shame when he recollected himself before other houses gazing at other windows , and he unpursed his lips that were wont to whistle a signal , and went down the street shuddering . Then after an impulse in which some good angel of remorse shook his teeth to rouse his soul , he lifted his face to the sky and would have cried in his heart for help , but instead he smiled and went on , trying to think of his speech and resolving mightily to put Laura Nesbit out of his heart finally for the night . He held himself to his high resolve for four or five minutes .