Midnight
Farnham was left alone . The reaction from the excitement of the last few hours was settling upon him . The glow of the fight and his success in it were dying away . Midnight was near , and a deep silence was falling upon the city . There was no sound of bells , of steam-whistles , or of rushing trains . The breeze could be heard in the quiet , stirring the young , soft leaves . Farnham felt sore , beaten , discomfited .