about 2:30 a.m.
I gathered from her remarks that Lillian Russell or Edna Wallace Hopper never went quite that far in her day . `` It 's pajamas or nothing now , '' says I. `` And occasionally , '' she adds , `` I suppose it is -- Well , I trust not , at least . '' After the Follies she had n't a word to say . Only , as I landed her back at her hotel , along about 2:30 a.m. , she slumps into a big chair in the Egyptian room and lets her chin sag . `` It 's no use , Torchy , '' says she . `` I -- I could n't . '' `` Eh ? ''