About two in the morning
`` My aunt ! '' said Powell , rubbing his back , and looking at the stumps of the goal-posts , `` That was a game ! '' They played it over again , every stroke of it , that night at the big dinner , when the Free-for-All Cup was filled and passed down the table , and emptied and filled again , and everybody made most eloquent speeches . About two in the morning , when there might have been some singing , a wise little , plain little , grey little head looked in through the open door . `` Hurrah ! Bring him in , '' said the Archangels ; and his sais , who was very happy indeed , patted The Maltese Cat on the flank , and he limped in to the blaze of light and the glittering uniforms , looking for Lutyens . He was used to messes , and men 's bedrooms , and places where ponies are not usually encouraged , and in his youth had jumped on and off a mess-table for a bet .