about two o'clock in the morning
BOOK 4 . It is the middle of the night , perhaps about two o'clock in the morning . Our lamps are burning somewhat dimly before our placid idols . Chrysantheme wakes me suddenly , and I turn to look at her : she has raised herself on one arm , and her face expresses the most intense terror ; she makes a sign , without daring to speak , that some one or something is near , creeping up to us . What ill-timed visit is this ?