one o'clock
The gas whined and rasped above their heads , the air grew close and heavy with smoke . Ash-trays were loaded with the stumps and ashes of cigars ; sticky beer glasses ringed the bare table . But Martie stuck to her post . At one o'clock it would all be over , and Wallace , carrying a glass of whisky-and-soda to his room , would be undressing between violent yawns and amused recollections . `` Some of that comes to me , Wallie . I have the rent coming this week ! '' `` Sure .