three o'clock
Sniatynski has arrived . He has promised to do it , -- good fellow , God bless him for it ! It is four o'clock at night , but I can not sleep , so I sit down to write , for I can do nothing else . We talked together , discussed and quarrelled till three o'clock . Now he is sleeping in the adjoining room . I could not at first persuade him to undertake the mission . `` My dear fellow , '' he said , `` what right have I , a stranger , to meddle in your family affairs , and such a delicate affair too ?