about two o’clock
in the morning
Alas ! some of those who were there would , later , annoy him by their low envy and treason ; but now , in the generous frankness of their youth , they welcomed him as a master . What an intoxicating evening ! Amedee reached his home about two o'clock in the morning , his hands burning with the last grasps , his brain and heart intoxicated with the strong wine of praise . He walked with long and joyful strides through the fairy scene of a beautiful moonlight , in the fresh morning wind which made his clothes flutter and caressed his face . He thought he even felt the breath of fame . Success , which usually is as fickle as justice , took long strides and doubled its stations in order to reach Amedee .