three o'clock
Chirac made a heart-rending spectacle , and Sophia was aware of deep and painful emotion in seeing him thus . He must have been utterly exhausted and broken by loss of sleep . He was a man incapable of regular hours , incapable of treating his body with decency . Though going to bed at three o'clock , he had continued to rise at his usual hour . He looked like one dead ; but more sad , more wistful . Outside in the street a fog reigned , and his thin draggled beard was jewelled with the moisture of it . His attitude had the unconsidered and violent prostration of an overspent dog .