three in the morning
`` The coach passes through the town of Ballytrain , does it not ? '' `` It does , sir . '' `` At what hour do we arrive there ? '' `` About half-past three in the morning sir . '' The stranger made no reply , but cast his eyes over the aspect of the surrounding country . The night was calm , warm , and balmy . In the west , where the sun had gone down , there could still be noticed the faint traces of that subdued splendor with which he sets in spring .