four o'clock in the
morning
`` Sylvia ? '' `` Yes , dear ? '' `` Do you love me ? '' `` I think you may believe it , when I sit here at four o'clock in the morning , listening to a silly boy talk nonsense over a telephone wire . '' `` But I want to hear you say so ! '' `` But Central -- '' `` I tell you Central has other things to do ! '' At this juncture the voice of Central , jaded and acidulated , broke in curtly : `` Are you through ? ''