about two o’clock in the
morning
Let us go to the end of the terrace , contemplate the harbor at our feet , and then return home . To-night the harbor looks like only a dark and sinister rent , which the moonbeams can not fathom -- a yawning crevasse opening into the very bowels of the earth , at the bottom of which lie faint , small glimmers , an assembly of glowworms in a ditch -- the lights of the different vessels lying at anchor . BOOK 4 . It is the middle of the night , perhaps about two o'clock in the morning . Our lamps are burning somewhat dimly before our placid idols . Chrysantheme wakes me suddenly , and I turn to look at her : she has raised herself on one arm , and her face expresses the most intense terror ; she makes a sign , without daring to speak , that some one or something is near , creeping up to us . What ill-timed visit is this ?