two o’clock in the
morning
`` Then will you tell me how I am to escape from your infernal town ? For nothing shall induce me to pass another night here . '' `` Eh ! there is the diligence which goes through at two o'clock in the morning ! '' There was no help for it . I sat up for that diligence , and returned by it to Mestre , seated between a Capuchin monk and a peasant farmer whose whole system appeared to be saturated with garlic . I could scarcely have fared worse in my bed at Longarone .