three in the morning
The lights are steady . His eyes are bright . The bank is quite ready to stay open for such a run of luck in its favor . The bell of the City Hall clangs three in the morning as a young man emerges from Thiel 's , and hurries , then saunters , up Broadway . His motions are fitful , his dress is deranged , and his hair matted . His face , in the full moonlight , is dogged and dangerous . It is the Prince of the feast , who had told Grace Plumer that he was perfectly happy .