about three o’clock
The Man Who Died I returned from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life . I had been three months in the Old Country , and was fed up with it . If anyone had told me a year ago that I would have been feeling like that I should have laughed at him ; but there was the fact . The weather made me liverish , the talk of the ordinary Englishman made me sick .