three in the morning
Robert stood astonished . Who could this night wanderer be ? It must be his father . But what errand could take him out at three in the morning ? And such a morning , too ! With every blast of the wind the rain beat up against his chamber-window as though it would drive it in . The glass rattled in the frames , and the tree outside creaked and groaned as its great branches were tossed about by the gale .