three in the morning
`` It was an atrocious fog , as black as this , but more universal . I remember it well . It was the night Lexington made his great sugar speech . Some of us were found on Lambeth Bridge at three in the morning , having left the House at twelve . '' Chilcote seldom indulged in reminiscences , but this conversation with an unseen companion was more like a soliloquy than a dialogue . He was almost surprised into an exclamation when the other caught up his words . `` Ah !