three o'clock
`` When do you go ? '' `` To-day , '' answered the Left Bower . `` We calculate to take a moonlight _ pasear _ over to the Cross Roads and meet the down stage at about twelve to-night . There 's plenty of time yet , '' he added , with a slight laugh ; `` it 's only three o'clock now . '' There was a dead silence . Even the rain withheld its continuous patter , a dumb , gray film covered the ashes of the hushed hearth . For the first time the Right Bower exhibited some slight embarrassment .