three in the afternoon
She lost her colour , and the old and intent expression was a constant , not an occasional , thing ; otherwise , she remained very pretty and comely . Sometimes , at night on kissing her father , she would burst into the grief she had repressed all day , and would say that her sole reliance , under Heaven , was on him . He always resolutely answered : `` Nothing can happen to him without my knowledge , and I know that I can save him , Lucie . '' They had not made the round of their changed life many weeks , when her father said to her , on coming home one evening : `` My dear , there is an upper window in the prison , to which Charles can sometimes gain access at three in the afternoon . When he can get to it -- which depends on many uncertainties and incidents -- he might see you in the street , he thinks , if you stood in a certain place that I can show you . But you will not be able to see him , my poor child , and even if you could , it would be unsafe for you to make a sign of recognition . '' `` O show me the place , my father , and I will go there every day . ''