midnight
He is lying upon his left side , with his arm under the pillow . It is dark , and he is hidden ; but if you could have seen his face , sleeping there in the darkness , I think you would have perceived , in spite of that treasured , thin , and straggling moustache , in spite of your memory of the coarse words he had used that day , that the man before you was , after all , only a little child asleep . In spite of the drawn blinds and the darkness , you have just seen Mr. Hoopdriver 's face peaceful in its beauty sleep in the little , plain bedroom at the very top of the Yellow Hammer Coffee Tavern at Guildford . That was before midnight . As the night progressed he was disturbed by dreams . After your first day of cycling one dream is inevitable . A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs , and round and round they seem to go .