three o’clock
There he sat , dressed , with his chin on his knees , staring out of the window at the far hill , with its few lights . He neither thought nor slept , but sat perfectly still , staring . And when at last he was so cold that he came to himself , he found his watch had stopped at half-past two . It was after three o'clock . He was exhausted , but still there was the torment of knowing it was only Sunday morning . He went to bed and slept . Then he cycled all day long , till he was fagged out .