three in the morning
The letters were always alike ; endless complaints at his short absences . '' _ Cher maître _ , I could not sleep last night , thinking of you , '' and she ended with `` Your admirer and good friend , Coquillerosse , '' a _ nom de guerre _ she had adopted for her correspondence with the artist . She wrote in a disordered style , at unusual hours , just as her fancy and her abnormal nervous system prompted . Sometimes she dated her letter at three in the morning , she could not sleep , got out of bed and to pass the sleepless hours filled four sheets of paper -LRB- with the facility of despair -RRB- in her fine hand , addressed to her good friend , talking to him of the count , of what her acquaintances said , telling him the latest gossip about the Court , lamenting the doctor 's coldness . At other times , there were only four brief , desperate lines . `` Come at once , dear Mariano . A very urgent matter . ''