midnight
He rubbed his forehead with his hand , and half-smiled a sickly smile . But still his eyes wandered nervously to the spot in which his uncle had stood ; still he seemed to fear that he should see a ghostly figure standing there and pointing at him ; should see himself , in some phantom counterpart , sitting in the chair . His eyes opened as if he were listening intently . For in the midnight he thought he heard , in that dim light he thought he saw , the Prophet and the King . He did not remember more the words his uncle had spoken . But he heard only , `` Thou art the man ! Thou art the man ! ''