about 2 a.m.
It was shortly after this that young Motty got the idea of bringing pals back in the small hours to continue the gay revels in the home . This was where I began to crack under the strain . You see , the part of town where I was living was n't the right place for that sort of thing . I knew lots of chappies down Washington Square way who started the evening at about 2 a.m. -- artists and writers and what-not , who frolicked considerably till checked by the arrival of the morning milk . That was all right . They like that sort of thing down there . The neighbours ca n't get to sleep unless there 's someone dancing Hawaiian dances over their heads .