Midnight
He walked fast , and gained his own door with blood that ran less chill . He heaped his stove with fresh logs , and set on food to warm , in the hope that the stranger might eventually partake of it , and then , opening the stove door to get the full benefit of the blaze , he sat down for a little while to warm himself . He looked at his watch , as it lay on the table , with that glance of interest which we cast at a familiar thing which has lain in the same place while our minds have undergone commotion and change . Midnight had passed since he went out , and it was now nearly two o'clock . Whether it was that the man with whom he had been , possessed that power , which great actors involuntarily possess , of imposing their own moods on others , or whether it was that , coming into such strange companionship after his long loneliness , his sympathies were the more easily awakened , Trenholme was suffering from a misery of pity ; and in pity for another there weighed a self-pity which was quite new to him . To have seen the stalwart old man , whose human needs were all so evident to Trenholme 's eyes , but to his own so evidently summed up in that one need which was the theme of the prayer he was offering in obstinate agony , was an experience which for the time entirely robbed him of the power of seeing the elements of life in that proportion to which his mind 's eye had grown accustomed -- that is , seeing the things of religion as a shadowy background for life 's important activities . The blazing logs through the open stove door cast flickering flamelight upon the young man , who was restlessly warming himself , shifting his position constantly , as a man must who tries to warm himself too hastily .