midnight
Bitterly did I regret that I was not in my native country , where no man , at the will of a sultan , can be thrown into a dungeon , without knowing his crime or his accusers . I can not attempt to describe to you what I felt , during this most miserable day of my existence . Feeble at last , for want of food , I stretched myself out , as well as my chains would allow me , and tried to compose myself to sleep . I sunk into a state of insensibility , in which I must have remained for several hours , for it was midnight when I was roused by the unbarring of my prison door . It was Saheb who entered , carrying in one hand a torch , and in the other some food , which he set before me in silence . I cast upon him a look of scorn , and was about to reproach him with his ingratitude , when he threw himself at my feet , and burst into tears . ` Is it possible , ' said he to me , ` that you are not sure of the heart of Saheb ?