midnight
Tears came into Mogen 's eyes , an oppressive weight lay on his chest , and he was seized by a strange dark sensation that he had to reproach himself for something concerning Camilla . Then he had to think of his mother , and he felt a great desire of laying his head on her lap and weeping his fill . For a long while he stood thus with his hand pressed against his breast until a wagon went through the street at a sharp pace ; he followed it and went home . He had to stand for a long time and rattle the front door before it would open , then he ran humming up the stairs , and when he had entered the room he threw himself down on the sofa with one of Smollett 's novels in his hand , and read and laughed till after midnight . At last it grew too cold in the room , he leaped up and went stamping up and down to drive away the chill . He stopped at the window . The sky in one corner was so bright , that the snow-covered roofs faded into it .