four o'clock in the
morning
What had they done to him ? What would they do ? She looked at her watch . It was four o'clock in the morning over there . The little house would be quiet now , but down along the lines men would be standing on the firing step of the trench , and waiting , against what the dawn might bring . Through the thin wall came the sound of Harvey 's heavy , regular breathing . She remembered Henri 's light sleeping on the kitchen floor , his cap on the table , his cape rolled round him -- a sleeping , for all his weariness , so light that he seemed always half conscious .