three in the morning
Yet , not so ! She did not love him ; she had called me her friend ; she had smiled on me ; to me she had entrusted her heart 's dearest hope , the welfare of Adrian . This reflection thawed my congealing blood , and again the tide of life and love flowed impetuously onward , again to ebb as my busy thoughts changed . The debate had ended at three in the morning . My soul was in tumults ; I traversed the streets with eager rapidity . Truly , I was mad that night -- love -- which I have named a giant from its birth , wrestled with despair ! My heart , the field of combat , was wounded by the iron heel of the one , watered by the gushing tears of the other .