three o'clock in the morning
If she wept , she wept in silence , and the muffling stillness of the lofty gallery was broken but once , when a cry , half whisper , half sob , rose to the deaf , blind darkness : `` Oh , now I am alone , alone , alone ! '' `` Well , that 's about all then , I guess , '' said Gretry at last , as he pushed back his chair and rose from the table . He and Jadwin were in a room on the third floor of the Grand Pacific Hotel , facing Jackson Street . It was three o'clock in the morning . Both men were in their shirt-sleeves ; the table at which they had been sitting was scattered over with papers , telegraph blanks , and at Jadwin 's elbow stood a lacquer tray filled with the stumps of cigars and burnt matches , together with one of the hotel pitchers of ice water . `` Yes , '' assented Jadwin , absently , running through a sheaf of telegrams , `` that 's all we can do -- until we see what kind of a game Crookes means to play . I 'll be at your office by eight . ''