midday
So I pretended to be writing in order to deceive Him , for He also was watching me , and suddenly I felt , I was certain , that He was reading over my shoulder , that He was there , almost touching my ear . I got up so quickly , with my hands extended , that I almost fell . Horror ! It was as bright as at midday , but I did not see myself in the glass ! It was empty , clear , profound , full of light ! But my figure was not reflected in it -- and I , I was opposite to it ! I saw the large , clear glass from top to bottom , and I looked at it with unsteady eyes .