one o'clock
Somewhere in England we all have our grave-ground lying green under turf . It awaits the spade and the hour . In the morning it is green and groweth up -- this was Mrs. Benson 's piece , but Minnie had the rest of the stage . The saddle-horse came flinging into the yard at one o'clock -- no later . That 's certain , because Frodsham was at his after-dinner pipe -- or should have been : instead of which he came running in after him . Just about that time , or maybe a little before , Mr. Menzies had been asking for Struan ? Where was he ?