three in the morning
`` Yes , I suppose so , '' the melancholy little figure repeated and disappeared . In some way this figure affected Trenchard very dismally and drove all his English common sense away . We were moving now slowly through clouds of dust , and peasants who watched us from their doorways with a cold indifference that was worse than exultation . When we arrived , at two or three in the morning , at X -- , our destination , the spirits of all of us were heavily weighted . Tired , cross , dirty , driven and pursued , and always with us that harassing fear that we had now no ground upon which we might rest our feet , that nothing in the world belonged to us , that we were fugitives and vagabonds by the will of God . As our carriage stopped before the door of the large white building in X -- that seemed just like the large white building in O -- , the little officer was again at our side . `` I 've got contusion ... '' he said .