three in the
morning
The hours passed , the night came on , and I was so in love I walked there bare-headed , letting myself be stared out of all countenance by the stars . `` How 's the time ? '' Grindhusen might ask when I came back to the barn . `` Just gone eleven , '' I would say , though it might be two or three in the morning . `` Huh ! And a nice time to be coming to bed . _ Fansmagt !