three o'clock
I asked , standing firm . `` Where there 's no window for you to jump out of , old boy , and no clothes of mine for you to hide behind . You need n't look so scared ; it 's as dry as a bone , as cellars go . And it 's past three o'clock . And you 've just got to come . '' It was a good-sized wine-cellar , with very little wine in it ; only one full bin could I discover . The bins themselves lined but two of the walls , and most of them were covered in with cobwebs , close-drawn like mosquito-curtains .