Four o'clock in the morning
`` It 's only ten minutes past eight , '' I said , reproachfully . `` I know , '' she said , quietly . `` Good night . '' Four o'clock in the morning is a graceless hour . Graveyards may yawn at twelve but even they are content to slumber at four . I do n't believe there is anything so desolate in this world as the mental perspective one obtains at four o'clock . Tombstones are bright beacons of cheer as compared to the monumental regret one experiences on getting up to greet the alleged and vastly over-rated glories of a budding day .