four
o'clock in the morning
perhaps I do her wrong . You know I never could read her at home without your help , and , dear Eve , I miss you now from my side most sadly . Without you I seem to be adrift , without rudder or compass . '' Then , as he could not sleep , he dressed himself , and went out at four o'clock in the morning . He roamed about with a heavy heart ; at last he bethought him of his fiddle . Since Lucy 's departure from Font Abbey this had been a great solace to him . It was at once a depository and vent to him ; he poured out his heart to it and by it ; sometimes he would fancy , while he played , that he was describing the beauties of her mind and person ; at others , regretting the sad fate that separated him from her ; or , hope reviving , would see her near him , and be telling her how he loved her ; and , so great an inspirer is love , he had invented more than one clear melody during the last month , he who up to that time had been content to render the thoughts of others , like most fiddlers and composers .