three o'clock
`` Oh ! I do n't know , '' grumbled Val , `` other people do . '' At the front door he gave Holly 's slim brown hand a long and surreptitious squeeze . `` Look out for me to-morrow , '' he whispered ; `` three o'clock . I 'll wait for you in the road ; it 'll save time . We 'll have a ripping ride . '' He gazed back at her from the lodge gate , and , but for the principles of a man about town , would have waved his hand .