Half past
one
`` Where are we now ? '' Neither knew . A policeman put them right for Portland Place . Half past one ! And it would be dawn soon after three ! They walked soberly again now into the outer circle of Regent 's Park ; talked soberly , too , discussing sublunary matters , and every now and then , their arms , round each other , gave little convulsive squeezes . The rain had stopped and the moon shone clear ; by its light the trees and flowers were clothed in colors whose blood had spilled away ; the town 's murmur was dying , the house lights dead already .