midnight
Next day our camp was struck and we turned our faces again to Srinagar and to the day of parting . I set down but one strange incident of our journey , of which I did not speak even to her . We were camping at Bijbehara , awaiting our house boat , and the site was by the Maharaja 's lodge above the little town . It was midnight and I was sleepless -- the shadow of the near future was upon me . I wandered down to the lovely old wooded bridge across the Jhelum , where the strong young trees grow up from the piles . Beyond it the moon was shining on the ancient Hindu remains close to the new temple , and as I stood on the bridge I could see the figure of a man in deepest meditation by the ruins . He was no European .