one o'clock
he said to himself . `` Who the devil cares ? '' He gave up his coat and hat , and went back into that room of false joy and syncopation . It was one o'clock when he stood in the street once more , hot and wined and careless . `` Let 's hit it up , '' he said to Oldershaw as the car moved away with the sisters and cousins of the other two men . `` I have n't started yet . '' The red-haired , roistering Oldershaw , newly injected with the virus of the Great White Way , clapped him on the back .