one o'clock
While he did not believe she would cease to love him -- this , of course , was unthinkable -- it was yet problematical whether Gloria without her arrogance , her independence , her virginal confidence and courage , would be the girl of his glory , the radiant woman who was precious and charming because she was ineffably , triumphantly herself . He was very drunk even then , so drunk as not to realize his own drunkenness . When they reached the gray house he went to his own room and , his mind still wrestling helplessly and sombrely with what he had done , fell into a deep stupor on his bed . It was after one o'clock and the hall seemed extraordinarily quiet when Gloria , wide-eyed and sleepless , traversed it and pushed open the door of his room . He had been too befuddled to open the windows and the air was stale and thick with whiskey . She stood for a moment by his bed , a slender , exquisitely graceful figure in her boyish silk pajamas -- then with abandon she flung herself upon him , half waking him in the frantic emotion of her embrace , dropping her warm tears upon his throat . `` Oh , Anthony ! ''