three in the afternoon
He can speak a little as she stoops to hear him . `` Young people like you ought to be in bed , chick , getting beauty-sleep . You must go home , and make your mother go ... _ You _ go . _ I _ shall be all right ... '' `` It is n't night , Major dear '' -- Sally makes a paltry attempt to laugh -- `` it 's three in the afternoon . It 's the fog . '' But she can not hear what he says in answer to this , go close as she may . After a pause of rest he tries again , with raised voice : `` Roper -- Roper -- Old Jack ... must n't come ... asthma in the fog ... somebody go to stop him . ''