midnight
Then she looked up at Stephen , who was still seated by her , hanging over her as he leaned his arm against the vessel 's side . Behind all the delicious visions of these last hours , which had flowed over her like a soft stream , and made her entirely passive , there was the dim consciousness that the condition was a transient one , and that the morrow must bring back the old life of struggle ; that there were thoughts which would presently avenge themselves for this oblivion . But now nothing was distinct to her ; she was being lulled to sleep with that soft stream still flowing over her , with those delicious visions melting and fading like the wondrous aerial land of the west . Waking When Maggie was gone to sleep , Stephen , weary too with his unaccustomed amount of rowing , and with the intense inward life of the last twelve hours , but too restless to sleep , walked and lounged about the deck with his cigar far on into midnight , not seeing the dark water , hardly conscious there were stars , living only in the near and distant future . At last fatigue conquered restlessness , and he rolled himself up in a piece of tarpaulin on the deck near Maggie 's feet . She had fallen asleep before nine , and had been sleeping for six hours before the faintest hint of a midsummer daybreak was discernible . She awoke from that vivid dreaming which makes the margin of our deeper rest .