about three o'clock
`` I wish I were living there again , '' she added . `` My uncle is very kind , but I ca n't feel at home here , and I hope I shall not stay very long . '' So , on the next Sunday , Piers wended his way to Great Portland Street . Arriving about three o'clock , he found the artist of the posters sitting alone by her fire , legs crossed and cigarette in mouth . `` Ah , Mr. Otway ! '' she exclaimed , turning her head to see who entered in reply to her cry of `` Do n't be afraid ! '' Without rising , she held a hand to him .