midnight
With that realisation my dormant sense of wonder , my sense of the proportion of things , awoke again . I glanced from that to Mars , red and clear , glowing high in the west , and then gazed long and earnestly at the darkness of Hampstead and Highgate . I remained a very long time upon the roof , wondering at the grotesque changes of the day . I recalled my mental states from the midnight prayer to the foolish card-playing . I had a violent revulsion of feeling . I remember I flung away the cigar with a certain wasteful symbolism . My folly came to me with glaring exaggeration .