six
in the morning
Harry was bubbling over with gaiety and good will , evidently occasioned by my unexpected friendliness , while Le Mire sat for the most part silent . It was easy to see that she was more than a little disturbed by my arrival , which surprised me . I gazed at her with real wonder and increasing admiration . It was six in the morning ; she had had no sleep , and had just finished a most fatiguing journey of some eight hours ; but I had never seen her so beautiful . Our host approached , and I turned to him : `` What have you ? '' There was pity in his glance . `` Aigs , '' said he , with an air of finality .