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.
My father was a very sound sleeper.

I knew nothing would disturb him till daylight; therefore my divided duty was at an end.

I left him, and crept down-stairs into Sally Watkins' kitchen.

It was silent, only the faithful warder, Jem, dozed over the dull fire.