one o'clock
in the morning
The school was awake . Psmith leaned against the mantelpiece in the senior day room at Outwood 's -- since Mike 's innings against Downing 's the Lost Lambs had been received as brothers by the center of disorder , so that even Spiller was compelled to look on the hatchet as buried -- and gave his views on the events of the preceding night , or , rather , of that morning , for it was nearer one than twelve when peace had once more fallen on the school . `` Nothing that happens in this loony bin , '' said Psmith , `` has power to surprise me now . There was a time when I might have thought it a little unusual to have to leave the house through a canvas chute at one o'clock in the morning , but I suppose it 's quite the regular thing here . Old school tradition , etc. . Men leave the school , and find that they 've got so accustomed to jumping out of windows that they look on it as a sort of affectation to go out by the door . I suppose none of you merchants can give me any idea when the next knockabout entertainment of this kind is likely to take place ? ''