midnight
A white hand fluttered before his eyes , and she was gone . He stood , hat in hand , watching the two red lights at the end of the train until they were lost in the night . If Lorry slept that night he was not aware of it . The next morning , after he had breakfasted with his mother , he tried in vain to recall a minute of the time between midnight and eight a.m. in which he did not think of the young woman who had flown away with his tranquillity . All night long he tossed and thought . He counted ten thousand black sheep jumping over a pasture fence , but , after the task was done and the sheep had scattered , he was as far from sleep as ever . Her face was everywhere .