three o'clock
The sound pleased Mannering well . He padded about once more , resolved to keep awake until the vigil was ended . Then he would go to bed and sleep . It was now past three o'clock on a still , winter night -- a lull and interval between yesterday 's storm and rough weather yet to come . The doctor went out of doors for a time and tramped the terrace . A waning moon had risen , and the night was mild and cloudy . Bright light shot out like fans into the murk from the east and south windows of the Grey Room .