one o'clock
in the morning
What did it mean ? Does he persist in thinking me seriously ill ? I am too weary to puzzle my brains in the effort to understand my dear old surgeon . It is one o'clock in the morning ; and I have still to write the story of all that happened later in the day . My eyes are beginning to ache ; and , strange to say , I have hardly been able to see the last two or three lines I have written . They look as if the ink was fading from them . If Grosse knew what I am about at this moment !