One o’clock in the morning
And to think that we know it , and that our pride still battles all the same ! ' They left the restaurant , roamed about the streets , and foundered again in the depths of a cafe , where they philosophised . They had come by degrees to raking up the memories of their childhood , and this ended by filling their hearts with sadness . One o'clock in the morning struck when they decided to go home . However , Sandoz talked of seeing Claude as far as the Rue Tourlaque . That August night was a superb one , the air was warm , the sky studded with stars . And as they went the round by way of the Quartier de l'Europe , they passed before the old Cafe Baudequin on the Boulevard des Batignolles .