five in the morning
Ted turned to him anxiously after another silence . `` Look Ollie , that bump on my head -- you 've seen the size it is . Well , is it going to just show up like _ thunder _ at this silly dance ? '' Half-past five in the morning and Oliver undressing wearily by the light of a pale pink dawn . Now and then he looks at his bed with a gloating expression that almost reaches the proportions of a lust -- he is so tired he can hardly get off his clothes . The affairs of the last twenty-four hours mix in his mind like a jumble of colored postcards , all loose and disconnected and brightly unreal . Ted -- Elinor -- Mrs. Severance -- Mr. Piper -- the dance he has just left -- sleep -- oh -- sleep !