one o'clock in the morning
I knew you would do it ! '' He smiled mechanically , thanked her , and passed on while she gazed after him , hurt and struck silent by the cold misery in his face . `` I wonder , '' she said to herself slowly , `` whether something besides what I told him has happened to him to-night ? '' It was almost one o'clock in the morning when Code went into the parlor of his mother 's cottage and sank down upon the ancient plush sofa . His eyes ached , and the back of his head and neck , where the fire had singed him , were throbbing painfully . There was apparently no one at home . Even little Josie , the orphan that helped his mother , seemed to have been drawn out into the road by the excitement of the night , and the house , except for a single lamp burning on the table , was in darkness .