three in
the morning
He had come back from abroad at the risk of his life and liberty , just in order that he might say good-bye to the only sister he ever had , and to entreat my forgiveness for any pain which he had caused me . He would never trouble me again , and he begged only that I would hand over to him the sum which I held in trust for him . That , with what he had already , would be enough to start him as an honest man in the new world , when he would ever remember and pray for the dear sister who had been his savior . That was the style of the letter , and it ended by imploring me to leave the window-latch open , and to be in the front room at three in the morning , when he would come to receive my last kiss and to bid me farewell . `` Bad as he was , I could not , when he trusted me , betray him . I said nothing , but I was there at the hour . He entered through the window , and implored me to give him the money .