Three o'clock
The stench of the room stifled him . The drunkards who tossed there , groaning ; this unemployed lad who lay with his white limbs kicked free and bathed in the moonlight ; the tired waiter who lay motionless , still dressed ; were there with him . The clock-bells struck the quarters , then the hour . Three o'clock . He had never felt so uncomfortable , he thought , so uneasy . He twisted and squirmed and rubbed himself . Suddenly a thought struck him .