about three in the morning
Then he had a pain in his `` tummy , '' and called on me to make it well , and howled because I could n't . Poor little beggar ! He was in a jolly bad way , and I could n't well cut up rough ; but I can tell you it was the worst night I ever spent . He did n't quiet down till about three in the morning ; and then he went off with his head on my chest and his hand on my nose , and I dare n't for the life of me shift an inch , for fear of bringing it all on again . I suppose I must have dropped off myself at last ; for the next thing I remember , it was broad daylight , and the young cad was sitting on the top of me as merry as a cricket , trying to prize my eyes open with his fingers . `` Ca n't you let a chap be ? '' grunted I ; `` have n't you made a beast enough of yourself all night without starting again now ? ''