two in the morning
He sat up that night after Mabel had gone to her room . How on earth could he go to bed , be hoggishly sleeping , while those chaps were marching out ? He could not . At two in the morning he went quietly from the house and got out his bicycle and rode down into Tidborough . He was just in time . The news had been well kept , or in those early days had not the meaning it came to have . Nevertheless a few people stood about the High Street in the thin light of the young morning , and when , almost immediately , the battalion came swinging out of the Market Place , many appeared flanking it , mostly women .