three o'clock
I pray you let me go , ' and Bryda , scarcely waiting for an answer , ran upstairs , threw on her cloak and covered her head with its hood , and then was out of the house and on her way towards Rownham Ferry . ` The shortest way , oh ! which is the shortest way . Shall I be able to get to the thorn tree by three o'clock . I know the tree , and the road when I am once out of Bristol . ' At this moment she met Chatterton , whom she stopped , waking him from one of his dreams . ` Oh , Miss Palmer , I was on my way towards the square , hoping I might be so happy as to meet you and your true knight .