two o'clock in the morning
For a moment she looked very Spanish , not the unfortunate result of coupled races that she was . Helena , who was in her naughtiest humour , threw back her head and laughed scornfully . `` A caballero ! '' she cried : `` who will serenade you at two o'clock in the morning when you are dying with sleep , and lie in a hammock smoking cigaritos all day ; who will roll out rhetoric by the yard , and look like an idiot when you talk common-sense to him ; who is too lazy to walk across the plaza , and too proud to work , and too silly to keep the Americans from grabbing all he 's got . I met a few dilapidated specimens when I was in Los Angeles last year . One beauty with long hair , a sombrero , and a head about as big as my fist , used to serenade me in intervals of gambling until I appealed to Jack , and he threatened to have him put in the calaboose if he did n't let me alone -- '' Magdaléna turned upon her . Her face was livid .