three o'clock
`` What nonsense ! '' he said , touching my hand with the whiplash . `` Will you ride with me after dinner ? '' `` I must have the horses at three o'clock , '' said his mother , `` to go to Mrs. Flint 's funeral . She was a family friend , you know . '' The funeral could not be postponed , even for Desmond ; but he grew ill-humored at once , swore at Murphy , who was packing a waiter at the sideboard , for rattling the plates ; called Ann a minx , because she laughed at him ; and bit a cigar to pieces because he could not light it . Rash had followed him , his nose against his velveteens , in entreaty to go with him ; I was pleased at this sign of amity between them .