three o'clock
`` You are forgetting your promise already . '' `` Your Highness 's pardon , '' he begged . They laughed , but their hearts were sad , this luckless American and hapless sovereign who would , if she could , be a woman . `` It is now three o'clock -- the hour when you were to have called to see me , '' she said , again sitting unconcernedly before him in the window seat . She was not afraid of him . She was a princess . `` I misunderstood you , your highness .