three o'clock
said Nana , still torpid with laziness and yawning and stretching afresh . `` I ought to be there now ! '' Yet she did not budge but kept watching the play of her aunt , who had just announced four aces . Chin on hand , she grew quite engrossed in it but gave a violent start on hearing three o'clock strike . `` Good God ! '' she cried roughly . Then Mme Maloir , who was counting the tricks she had won with her tens and aces , said cheeringly to her in her soft voice : `` It would be better , dearie , to give up your expedition at once . ''