three in the morning
_ He _ again ! Is he destined to blast my life and ruin my prospects ? '' * * * * * The `` do '' at Joubert Mansions , Chelsea , by no means fell short of Jack 's forecast ; on the contrary , it exceeded it . His memory failed him as to what transpired after three in the morning ; he woke at noon in a strange bed , with a sense of overmastering languor , and a head that felt too big for his body . Vance Dickens , with a palette on his thumb , was standing over him . He laughed till the roof threatened to come off . `` I wish you could see yourself , '' he howled .