Four o'clock
He reeled -LRB- rather than walked -RRB- to one of them and looked out . The street below was vacant , desolate and uncannily silent , showing a harsh , unlovely countenance like the jaded mask of some sodden reveller , with bleary street-lamps for eyes -- all mean and garish in the chilly dusk that foreruns dawn . Hastily Staff consulted his watch . Four o'clock ! It occurred to him that the watch needed winding , and he stood for several seconds twisting the stem-crown between thumb and forefinger while stupidly comprehending the fact that he must have been asleep between two and three hours . Abruptly , in a fit of witless agitation , he crossed to the divan , caught the sleeper by the shoulder and shook him till he wakened -- till he rolled over on his back , grunted and opened one eye . `` Look here ! ''