four o'clock
`` Morgianna ! '' he cried , starting forward and clasping her in his arms . `` Are you pleased to see me ? '' `` I am happy , Fernando , oh , so happy -- '' Then he was partially awakened by some one throwing logs of wood on the fire , and he had an indistinct impression of hearing a soldier say : `` It 's four o'clock and has begun to snow a little . We 'll have it cold as blazes by morning . '' As the fire roared , and the wind whistled about their miserable barracks , he sank away into dreamland again . He had hardly been sufficiently awakened to break the thread of his dreams .