midnight
* * * * * After that Dickson leaves him and wanders among the thickets on the edge of the Huntingtower policies above the Laver glen . He feels childishly happy , wonderfully young , and at the same time supernaturally wise . Sometimes he thinks the past week has been a dream , till he touches the sticking-plaster on his brow , and finds that his left thigh is still a mass of bruises and that his right leg is wofully stiff . With that the past becomes very real again , and he sees the Garple Dean in that stormy afternoon , he wrestles again at midnight in the dark House , he stands with quaking heart by the boats to cut off the retreat . He sees it all , but without terror in the recollection , rather with gusto and a modest pride . `` I 've surely had a remarkable time , '' he tells himself , and then Romance , the goddess whom he has worshipped so long , marries that furious week with the idyllic . He is supremely content , for he knows that in his humble way he has not been found wanting .