Three o'clock
In fact , I did finish it off -- almost unconsciously -- I was busy looking around the light and peaceful room , where the scent of antiques seemed to drift in the air ... . There were two small beds in particular , that I could n't take my eyes off . I pictured the beds , almost as small as two cots , early in the morning when they are hidden under their great fringed curtains . Three o'clock chimes ; the time when all old people wake up : -- Are you asleep , Mamette ? -- No , my dear . -- Is n't Maurice a fine boy ? -- Oh , yes , a fine boy ?