three o'clock
`` It 's getting beyond count how many times you 've saved me , and this is only our second day out , '' I exclaimed . `` Here they come now , as they always do , when we exchange a word . '' I trembled guiltily , but there was no more than a vague general disapproval in Lady Turnour 's eyes , the kind of expression which she thinks useful for keeping servants in their place . I got into mine , on the front seat ; the car 's bonnet got into its , the chauffeur into his , and at just three o'clock we turned our backs upon good King René . The morning had drunk up all the sunshine of the day , leaving none for afternoon , which was troubled with a hint of coming mistral . The landscape began to look like a hastily sketched water-colour , with its hills and terraces of vine ; and above was a pale sky , blurred like greasy silver . The wind roamed moaning among the tops of the tall cypresses , set close together to protect the meadows from one of `` the three plagues of Provence . ''