three in the morning
Is n't it natural that if I should , at such a moment of self-forgetfulness come across a friend -- even a _ dear _ friend , I might prefer to avoid him for that moment ? and is n't it equally natural that at another moment I should long to see and speak with some one who has been an eye-witness of , or a partaker , so to speak , in my never-to-be-recalled past ? and to rush -- not only in the day , but at night , if it so happens , -- to rush to the embrace of such a man ? -- yes , even if one has to wake him up at three in the morning to do it ! I was wrong in my time , not in my estimate of my friend , though , for at this moment I feel the full rapture of success ; my rash action has been successful : I have found sympathy ! As for the time of night , I confess I thought it was not twelve yet ! You see , one sups of grief , and it intoxicates one , -- at least , not grief , exactly , it 's more the condition of mind -- the new state of things that affects me . ''