three o'clock
`` This is n't the end of winter , it 's the beginning , '' she warned him . Nobody else , she knew , would watch over him . But he insisted on coming out . They arranged a rendezvous for three o'clock on the morrow , and then they shook hands . `` Now , do go in , '' she entreated , as she hurried away . The rain had ceased . She fled triumphantly up Trafalgar Road , with her secret , guarding it .