a quarter after one in the morning
Hurstwood held on , neither winning nor losing much . Then he grew weary , and on a last hand lost twenty more . He was sick at heart . At a quarter after one in the morning he came out of the place . The chill , bare streets seemed a mockery of his state . He walked slowly west , little thinking of his row with Carrie . He ascended the stairs and went into his room as if there had been no trouble .