two o'clock in the morning
He turned and retraced his steps southward , and finally went across town , drawn as by a magnet to his own home . Home ! What a mockery the word was ! It was two o'clock in the morning now ; he had been walking or sitting on a Drive bench for hours . He was not conscious of fatigue , he only wanted to see his old home and then go away forever . He did n't plan his future . He was sure he could make a living easily enough , he felt he could build up a new life for himself over a new name .