three in the morning
Leichtberg told this story inimitably , and Fritz laughed as much as I did . At length we rose to wish him good night , and saw him turn to his bedroom door , followed by a Swiss dog , which always slept under his bed . The rest of the story we heard from his dying lips . It was as near as he could guess , between two and three in the morning , that he awoke with the impression that some one was near him . For a time he lay restless and ill at ease ; with the vague helpless feeling , that often attacks one , after a good supper . Fritz had just made up his mind to ascribe to this cause , all his nervousness ; when something seemed to drop in the adjoining room ; and his dog , starting to its feet , commenced barking furiously . Again all was still .