two o’clock in the morning
Far from it . The Snuggery was crammed to its last benches every night ; and the proprietor filled his pockets from the purses of applauding audiences . For , let classical moralists say what they may , vice gathers followers as easily , in modern times , with the mask off , as ever it gathered them in ancient times with the mask on . It was two o'clock in the morning ; and the entertainments in the Snuggery were fast rising to the climax of joviality . A favorite comic song had just been sung by a bloated old man with a bald head and a hairy chin . There was a brief lull of repose , before the amusements resumed their noisy progress . Orders for drink were flying abroad in all directions .