three
in the morning
She sat with the Wintermills , and -- yes , he had to admit it , -- she had winked at him slyly when she caught his eye early in the evening . It was a very small wink to be sure and was not repeated . The night was cold . His chauffeur was not to be found by the door-men who ran up and down the line from Fifth to Sixth Avenue for ten minutes before Simmy remembered that he had told the man not to come for him until three in the morning , an hour at which one might reasonably expect a dance to show signs of abating . He was on the point of ordering a taxi-cab when his attention was drawn to a figure that lurked well back in the shadows of the Berkeley Theatre down the street -- a tall figure in a long ulster . Despite the darkness , Simmy 's intense stare convinced him that it was George Tresslyn who stood over there and gazed from beneath lowered brows at the bright doorway . He experienced a chill that was not due to the raw west wind .