three o'clock
And the young girl , blushing , bowed her forehead against the iron trellis . Germain , deeply affected , touched with his lips through the grating her pure and white forehead . * * * * * `` Oh , oh ! What , three o'clock already ? '' said the turnkey ; `` and visitors ought to leave at two ! Come , my dear little girl , '' he added , addressing the grisette , `` it 's a pity , but you must go . '' `` Oh , thanks , thanks , sir , for having allowed us thus to converse alone !