three in the morning
One toast , and then good-night . Success to the Revolution ! To be drunk in blood-red wine ! '' As there was no red wine , except claret , and that lies cold on the stomach at three in the morning , we drank it in French brandy . I had risen to go , when a sudden thought struck me : `` By Jupiter ! where 's Johnny Carr ? I say , colonel , how drunk was he last night ?