midnight
I used to read for hours and hours in my room after I had gone to bed . But '' -- she flung out her hand with an impatient gesture -- `` there is no need to dwell on that . One night , about a week after that man had arrived , and a little over a month after father had died , I was in my room and had finished a book I was reading . I remember that it was well after midnight . I had not the slightest inclination to sleep . I picked up another book -- and after that another . There were plenty in my room ; but , irrationally , of course , none pleased me .