three o'clock in the morning
let 's go to bed . '' `` To bed ? '' cried Wilfrid , frowning . `` Why , when it 's two or three o'clock in the morning , what 's an old fellow to do ? My feet are cold , and I 'm queer in the back -- ca n't talk ! Light my candle , young gentleman -- my candle there , do n't you see it ? And you look none of the freshest .