midnight
Slumber was coy with me that night . I lay listening to the soughing of the wind , and thinking of Mr. Jaffrey 's illusion . It had amused me at first with its grotesqueness ; but now the poor little phantom was dead , I was conscious that there had been something pathetic in it all along . Shortly after midnight the wind sunk down , coming and going fainter and fainter , floating around the eaves of the tavern with an undulating , murmurous sound , as if it were turning itself into soft wings to bear away the spirit of a little child . Perhaps nothing that happened during my stay at Bayley 's Four-Corners took me so completely by surprise as Mr. Jaffrey 's radiant countenance the next morning . The morning itself was not fresher or sunnier . His round face literally shone with geniality and happiness .