two in the morning
Bongrand , who had not stirred the while , made a vague gesture of suffering at the sight of that boundless confidence , that boisterous joy at the prospect of attack . He forgot the hundred paintings which had brought him his glory , he was thinking of the work which he had left roughed out on his easel now . Taking his cutty from between his lips , he murmured , his eyes glistening with kindliness , ` Oh , youth , youth ! ' Until two in the morning , Sandoz , who seemed ubiquitous , kept on pouring fresh supplies of hot water into the teapot . From the neighbourhood , now asleep , one now only heard the miawing of an amorous tabby . They all talked at random , intoxicated by their own words , hoarse with shouting , their eyes scorched , and when at last they made up their minds to go , Sandoz took the lamp to show them a light over the banisters , saying very softly : ` Do n't make a noise , my mother is asleep . ' The hushed tread of their boots on the stairs died away at last , and deep silence fell upon the house .