five in the morning
What the devil was I going to do with her in the towns ? Why had I never thought of it ? She was wearing my long mackintosh , to be sure ; but who would fail to recognise her , and what would the talk be like ? A hundred difficulties , not one of which I had had the brains to think of last night , kept popping up like midgets in a puppet-show ; and , as though to crown them all , bang went the near-side back tyre at that very moment , and there we were by the roadside , at five in the morning , in as desolate a place as you want to find , and not the sign of house or village wherever the eye might turn . Now Madame had been nearly asleep upon my shoulder when this happened , but she woke up at the report and looked up all about her as though she had been dreaming . `` Where are we , Britten ? '' she asked .