one
o'clock in the morning
You 'll have to give in , in the end . You a poet , indeed ! What next ? If you would come down to breakfast in time , and give over burning the gas till one o'clock in the morning , it would be more to the point than writing silly verses . I 'd be ashamed to waste my time scribbling nonsense all day long ! '' So cried Agnes , in Martha-like irritation , and Ronald turned his eyes upon her with that deep , dreamy gaze which only added fuel to the flame . He was not angry with Agnes , who , as she herself truly said , `` did not understand . ''