two in the morning
` Dear heaven ! ' Katchen went in murmuring ; ` would I have gone out to that soft-looking young man if I had known he was a devil . ' Angelo Guidascarpi was aware that an officer without responsibility never sleeps faster than when his brothers-in-arms have to be obedient to the reveillee . At two in the morning the bugle rang out : many lighted cigars were flashing among the dark passages of the inn ; the whitecoats were disposed in marching order ; hot coffee was hastily swallowed ; the last stragglers from the stables , the outhouses , the court , and the straw beds under roofs of rock , had gathered to the main body . The march set forward . A pair of officers sent a shout up to the drowsy windows , ` Good luck to you , Weisspriess ! ' Angelo descended from the concealment of the opposite trees , where he had stationed himself to watch the departure .