five o'clock
`` Oh , my _ God _ ! '' he cried , drawing in his breath sharply . Burying his face in the pillows he tried in vain to concentrate upon the details of the next day . In the gray light he found that it was only five o'clock . He regretted nervously that he had awakened so early -- he would appear fagged at the wedding . He envied Gloria who could hide her fatigue with careful pigmentation . In his bathroom he contemplated himself in the mirror and saw that he was unusually white -- half a dozen small imperfections stood out against the morning pallor of his complexion , and overnight he had grown the faint stubble of a beard -- the general effect , he fancied , was unprepossessing , haggard , half unwell .