four o'clock
Good-night ! Do n't tell a soul but Flurry ! '' She was off , and upon my incapable shoulders rested the responsibility of the enterprise . It was past four o'clock , and the last bars of the last waltz were being played . At the bar a knot of men , with Flurry in their midst , were tossing `` Odd man out '' for a bottle of champagne . Flurry was not in the least drunk , a circumstance worthy of remark in his present company , and I got him out into the hall and unfolded my tidings . The light of battle lit in his eye as he listened .