three in the morning
Though the rent and the cleaning by the concierge would come to a little more , they would save on the petit dejeuner , which they could make themselves . A year or two earlier Philip would have refused to share a room with anyone , since he was so sensitive about his deformed foot , but his morbid way of looking at it was growing less marked : in Paris it did not seem to matter so much , and , though he never by any chance forgot it himself , he ceased to feel that other people were constantly noticing it . They moved in , bought a couple of beds , a washing-stand , a few chairs , and felt for the first time the thrill of possession . They were so excited that the first night they went to bed in what they could call a home they lay awake talking till three in the morning ; and next day found lighting the fire and making their own coffee , which they had in pyjamas , such a jolly business that Philip did not get to Amitrano 's till nearly eleven . He was in excellent spirits . He nodded to Fanny Price . `` How are you getting on ? ''