three
in the morning
He looked up and saw a little procession of late revellers rushing out to the last suburban train , the girls leaving a trail of orris perfume and a vision of dainty opera cloaks . One of the men was a city friend of his . Dunham half envied him his unperturbed mind . To be sure , he would not get back to the city till three in the morning , but he would have no visions of robberies and fair lunatics and hard pressed maidens unjustly pursued , to mar his rest . Dunham buttoned his coat and turned up his collar as he started out into the street , for the night had turned cold , and his nerves made him chilly . As he walked , the blood began to race more healthily in his veins , and the horrors of the evening papers were dispelled . In their place came pleasant memories of the evening at Mrs. Bowman 's , of the music , and of their ride and talk together .