midnight
The street-car came along just then and Barbara saw him get into it . March did not put up at the most famous and palatial hotel ; it was full . He went to another much smaller and quieter , and equally expensive . When he had taken supper he walked the dazzling streets till midnight , filled with the strangeness of the place and the greater strangeness of his being there , and with numberless fugitive reflections upon the day just gone , the life behind it , and the life before , but totally without those shaped and ordered trains of thought which no one has except in books . Sometimes tenderly , sometimes bitterly , Fannie came to mind , in emotions rather than memories , and as if she were someone whom he should never see again . Once it occurred to him that these ghost walkings of thought and feelings about her must be very much like one 's thoughts of a limb shattered in some disaster and lately cut off by a surgeon . The simile was not pleasant , but he did not see why he should want a pleasant one .