two o'clock in the morning
Me for the hay . '' Miss Adair had gone back of the footlights to cast her gratitude into his arms , and he had failed to notice her appearance in any way at all , but had spat and gone on his autocratic way . Perhaps in the New World of the Theater , stage-managers may be able to afford to be human , perhaps not . Mr. Vandeford 's supper-party to the cast of `` The Purple Slipper '' and the friends from New York who had come down to see its try-out , lasted until two o'clock in the morning , but when it was over neither the moon , which was as full that night as Mr. Kent had become by coffee and cigars , nor Dago Italiana had retired , and both stayed on their jobs out at the south end of the board walk , where boards melt off into sand and ocean and sky . Mr. Godfrey Vandeford had got about two thirds of the way along the painful stretch of autobiography , with which he was inflicting agony on himself by recounting to Miss Adair , when she raised her gray eyes to his with the faith and reverence still at their average level , even slightly higher , and stopped his punishment . `` I understand exactly why people like you and Miss Hawtry do n't marry each other , '' she astonished him by saying in all calmness . `` Mr. Height explained it all to me the other day .