two in the morning
What was the matter with him ? It could not be all those sounds of shouting and singing that were floating in at the open window ! He had slept many a time at home , when the crowds were cheering continuously on election night . The noise increased , although it was at least two in the morning . He had always heard that Vienna was a gay city , and never slept , but he had scarcely expected such an ebullient night life , and , his curiosity aroused , he rose and dressed . From his seat at the window he heard the singing much more plainly , and far down the avenue he saw columns of marching men . He could not understand the words they sang , but he knew from the beat of the music that they were Austrian and German patriotic songs , and his curiosity increasing , he went down into the street , nodding to the dozing porter who stood at the door .