three in the morning
Papa went off banging doors and repeating , ` No more money ! ' I saw that it was serious . I went to bed , but I could n't sleep -- I thought ; but I could think of nothing to save me from the fat hands of the Antwerp girl . Suddenly , towards three in the morning , I had an inspiration -- I had an idea that I can call , if you 'll permit it , a stroke of genius . '' `` I 'll permit it . '' `` Yes , genius . I knew that you left to-day for Marseilles , and this morning I departed , English fashion , without explanation , and in a little while , at the first stop , at Laroche -- I have looked at the time-table , I have thought of everything -- I shall send the following despatch to my father , '' and Raoul triumphantly pulled a paper out of his pocket .