four o'clock
* * * * * Adolph , returning from the opera at midnight , donned his old jacket and a pair of slippers and , lighting his pipe , settled himself with a paper to await Stefan 's coming . Presently first the paper , then the burnt-out pipe , fell from his hands -- he dozed , started awake , and dozed again . At last he roused himself and stretched stiffly . The lamp was burning low -- he looked at his watch -- it was four o'clock . Stefan 's Gladstone bag still yawned on a chair beside the table . In it , the dull glow of the lamp was reflected from a small silver object lying among a litter of ties and socks . Adolph picked it up , and looked for some moments at the face of Mary , smiling above her little son .