one o'clock in the morning
An I 'm goin ' flyin ' tomorrow in a nice safe aeroplane that 's got a man hitched to it and not a horse . This ai n't been no merry Christmas to me , sir . And if Missis McGillicuddy holds a reg ` lar court of inquiry on me , as she does seven nights in the week , I 'm a ' goin ' to stand on my rights and swear by the Jumpin ' Moses I 'll never set foot again in that damned , infernal , hellish buggy , sir , -- excuse me , sir . '' When the wild and throbbing excitement of the evening was over , the fear , the horror , the joy , the triumph , the exulting exhilaration , Broussard , smoking his last cigar at one o'clock in the morning , felt a little ashamed of himself . After all , Anita was little more than a child , being but seventeen , and it was hardly fair to her that he should try to chain her young feet and blindfold her young eyes before she had seen the great moving picture of the world . Broussard did not in the least remember what he said to Anita when he was putting her cap on her head , nor even the words in which she had replied ; he only knew that they were burning words that came from the heart and spoke through the eyes as well as the tongue . But a man was not always master of himself .