five o'clock in the morning
The suggestion that Ethelwynn , believing herself forsaken , had accepted the declarations of a man she considered more worthy than myself , lashed me to a frenzy of madness . He should never have her , whoever he might be . She had been mine , and should remain so , come what might . I added a postscript , asking her to wire me permission to travel down to Hereford to see her ; then , sealing up the letter , I went out along the Marylebone Road and posted it in the pillar-box , which I knew was cleared at five o'clock in the morning . It was then about three o'clock , calm , but rather overcast . The Marylebone Road had at last become hushed in silence . Wagons and cabs had both ceased , and save for a solitary policeman here and there the long thoroughfare , so full of traffic by day , was utterly deserted .