One o'clock in the morning
The fireplace was very old and quaint , having a little grate set quite unattached into the open space , leaving room enough for a stool on either side . It was , however , choked with dead ashes , and presented a melancholy spectacle . ` Now , ' said the old man , as he set the portmanteau down , ` here we are . One o'clock in the morning -- Sunday morning , too . Are you hungry ? ' ` No , ' said Gladys , ` not very . ' ` Or cold , no ?