three o'clock
I 'm like that country fellow the old story tells of ; he believed in fifteen shillings because he 'd once had it in his hand ; others , he 'd heard , believed in a pound ; but , for his part , he did n't , because he 'd never seen it . Now that was a man who 'd never commit himself ; he might had had the Exchequer ! I 'm the same ; I believe the King can win at a good many things because I 've seen him do 'em ; but I ca n't possibly tell whether he can get this , because I 've never ridden him for it . I shall be able to tell you at three o'clock -- but that you do n't care for -- '' And Bertie , exhausted with making such a lengthened exposition -- the speeches he preferred were monosyllabic -- completed his sins against training with a long draught of claret-cup . `` Then what the devil do you mean by telling us to pile our pots on you ? '' asked the outraged Coldstreamer , with natural wrath . `` Faith is a beautiful sight ! ''