half
past twelve in the morning
This was no woman of the class that one might expect to find in Daly 's . There was innocence in the face and in the throat , uplifted , as one sees it in young girls . I was bewildered . What was a girl like that doing in Daly 's at half past twelve in the morning ? She began walking slowly and rather aimlessly , it seemed to me , along the street in the direction of Sixth Avenue . My curiosity was unbounded . I followed her at a decent interval to see what she was going to do .