three o'clock
`` I love her , '' he cried aloud , `` God ! '' As he said this something gave way within him like a lump melting in his throat . The air cleared and became radiant with dawn , and turning over on his face he began to sob dully into the pillow . In the sunshine of three o'clock Clark Darrow chugging painfully along Jackson Street was hailed by the Jelly-bean , who stood on the curb with his fingers in his vest pockets . `` Hi ! '' called Clark , bringing his Ford to an astonishing stop alongside . `` Just get up ? ''