Four o'clock in the morning
He is invulnerable . Where to get at him ? He is inaccessible . Four o'clock in the morning . Isidore has again accepted his schoolfellow 's hospitality . Standing before the chimney in his bedroom , with his elbows flat on the mantel-shelf and his two fists under his chin , he stares at his image in the looking-glass . He is not crying now , he can shed no more tears , nor fling himself about on his bed , nor give way to despair , as he has been doing for the last two hours and more .