three o'clock in the morning
Was it not Napoleon , she thought , who said something to the point about three-o'clock-in-the-morning courage ? Had no one ever said anything to the point about three-o'clock-in-the-morning love for one 's fellow-creatures ? `` Good-night , '' she said once more , turning her head and nodding wearily to them as they watched her from below with indignant faces . She glanced at the clock , and went into her room dejectedly ; for she had made a startling discovery : at three o'clock in the morning her feeling towards the Chosen was one of indifference verging on dislike . Looking up from her breakfast the morning after the fire to see who it was riding down the street , Frau Manske beheld Dellwig coming towards her garden gate . Her husband was in his dressing-gown and slippers , a costume he affected early in the day , and they were taking their coffee this fine weather at a table in their roomy porch . There was , therefore , no possibility of hiding the dressing-gown , nor yet the fact that her cap was not as fresh as a cap on which the great Dellwig 's eyes were to rest , should be .