three in the morning
If she had thrust a knife into me she would not have hurt me more . I rose , and holding out my hand , `` Goodbye , '' said I. `` I knew you would be cross , '' she said ; `` men are frantic to know what is certain to give them pain . '' `` But I assure you , '' I added coldly , as if wishing to prove how completely I was cured of my passion , `` I assure you that I am not cross . It was quite natural that someone should be waiting for you , just as it is quite natural that I should go from here at three in the morning . '' `` Have you , too , someone waiting for you ? '' `` No , but I must go . '' `` Good-bye , then . ''