nearly three in the morning
Before he 'd ever heard that Pierre had a son . When he 'd ruled like a king in Smith County . The Other World To Nancy , young Dr. Surrey looked like a brainless clothier 's mannequin in his black frock coat and ruffled white shirt . Though Woodrow had routed him out of bed at nearly three in the morning and he had spent over an hour working on Auguste , he did n't seem tired . If he was n't tired , what in God 's name had he been doing ? Now he was leaving , and Auguste was still unconscious . A helplessness in Surrey 's face , round and blank as an unbaked pie crust , turned Nancy 's grief and fear into fury .