three o’clock
I thought for a moment of pinning them together for greater safety , but I sat down on the couch , and once there I felt unwilling to rise and hunt for a pin . I would do it in a moment . I was extremely tired , in a peculiarly intimate way , by the strain of stealthiness , by the effort of whispering and the general secrecy of this excitement . It was three o'clock by now and I had been on my feet since nine , but I was not sleepy ; I could not have gone to sleep . I sat there , fagged out , looking at the curtains , trying to clear my mind of the confused sensation of being in two places at once , and greatly bothered by an exasperating knocking in my head . It was a relief to discover suddenly that it was not in my head at all , but on the outside of the door . Before I could collect myself the words `` Come in '' were out of my mouth , and the steward entered with a tray , bringing in my morning coffee .