midnight
Y.D. could not sleep that night . He was busy sorting up his ideas of life and revising them in the light of the day 's experience . The more he thought of his behavior the less defensible it appeared . By midnight he was admitting that he had got just what was coming to him . Presently he began to feel lonely . It was a strange sensation to Y.D. , whose life had been loneliness from the first , so that he had never known it . Of course , there was the hunger for companionship ; he had often known that .