midnight
Soon after tea was over , the family , fatigued with the day 's excitement , retired to bed . Bee went up to her room in the back attic ; but she did not go to bed , or even undress , for she knew that Ishmael was locked out ; and so she threw a light shawl around her , and seated herself at the open back window , which from its high point of view commanded every nook and cranny of the back grounds , to watch until Ishmael should wake up and approach the house , so that she might go down and admit him quietly , without disturbing the servants and exciting their curiosity and conjectures . No one should know of Ishmael 's misfortune , for she would not call it fault , if any vigilance of hers could shield him . All through the still evening , all through the deep midnight , Bee sat and watched . When Ishmael had fallen asleep , the sun was still high above the Western horizon ; but when he awoke the stars were shining . He raised himself to a sitting posture , and looked around him , utterly bewildered and unable to collect his scattered faculties , or to remember where he was , or how he came there , or what had occurred , or who he himself really was -- so deathlike had been his sleep . He had no headache ; his previous habits had been too regular , his blood was too pure , and the brandy was too good for that .