one o'clock
in the morning
I echoed , surprised that we were going so far as a hundred odd miles , but at that moment I saw the wide highway and turned into it , and with our big search-lights throwing a white radiance on the road , I set the car westward through St. Raphael and Les Arcs . It commenced to rain , with a biting wind , and turned out a very disagreeable night ; but , urged on by both men , I went forward at as quick a pace as I dared go on that road , over which I had never before travelled . At Toulon we pulled up for a drink -- for by that time we were all three chilled to the bone , notwithstanding our heavy leather-lined coats . Then we set out again for Marseilles , which we reached just after one o'clock in the morning , drawing up at the Louvre et Paix , which every visitor to the capital of Southern France knows so well . Here we had a good hearty meal of cold meat and bock . Prior , however , to entering Marseilles , we had halted , changed our identification-plate , and made certain alterations , in order more thoroughly to disguise the car . After supper we all got in again , and Bindo directed me up and down several long streets until we were once more in the suburbs .