two o'clock
Robert Grant Burns stood in his favorite attitude with his hands on his hips and his feet far apart , and looked down at Jean with a secret anxiety in his eyes . Without realizing it in the least , Jean 's opinion had come to have a certain weight with Robert Grant Burns . `` What 's wrong with that ? '' Burns , having sat up until two o'clock to finish that particular scenario to his liking , plainly resented the expression on Jean 's face while she read it . `` Oh , nothing , only I 'm getting awfully sick of these kidnap-and-rescue , and kiss-in-the-last-scene pictures , and Wild West stuff without a real Western man in the whole thing . I 'd like to do something real for a change . '' Robert Grant Burns grunted and reached for his slighted brain-child .