Midnight
I said nothing . I only prayed . Thus the night wore away . After Midnight -- I know not how long , for I lost count of the hours by the Abbey chimes , and our light had gone out -- after midnight I heard by my father 's breathing that he was asleep . I was thankful to see it for his sake , and also for another reason . I could not sleep -- all my faculties were preternaturally alive ; my weak body and timid mind became strong and active , able to compass anything . For that one night , at least , I felt myself a man .