three o’clock
It was done ; there was no going back now . And even as she stood the postman came up , whistling , and opening the box carelessly swept its contents into his canvas bag . Could he have known what lay among them he would have whistled no more that day . Beatrice continued her journey , and by three o'clock arrived safely at the little station next to Bryngelly . There was a fair at Coed that day , and many people of the peasant class got in here . Amidst the confusion she gave up her ticket to a small boy , who was looking the other way at the time , and escaped without being noticed by a soul . Indeed , things happened so that nobody in the neighbourhood of Bryngelly ever knew that Beatrice had been to London and back upon those dreadful days .