midnight
There was no lock on the door , so I set the chair against it . Ben Nazir was a man who had traveled a great deal , and picked up western notions of hospitality to add to the inborn eastern sense of sacredness in the relation between host and guest . It seems that an hour or two later he came to take me down to a Gargantuan meal , but , feeling the chair against the door , and hearing snores , he decided it was better manners to let me lie in peace . So I did not wake up again until after midnight . The moonlight was streaming through a little high-perched window , and fell on the white-robed , ghostly-looking figure of a man , who sat with crossed legs on the end of the bed . I thought I was dead and in hell . That is no picturesque exaggeration about a man 's hair standing when he is terrified .