three o'clock in the
morning
I gloated over my resentment watching him and ... always resentfully made way for him . It exasperated me that even in the street I could not be on an even footing with him . `` Why must you invariably be the first to move aside ? '' I kept asking myself in hysterical rage , waking up sometimes at three o'clock in the morning . `` Why is it you and not he ? There 's no regulation about it ; there 's no written law . Let the making way be equal as it usually is when refined people meet ; he moves half-way and you move half-way ; you pass with mutual respect . ''