about three
o'clock
he shouted madly . `` An ' I 'll _ kill _ you , if you wo n't let me have my lunch , you -- you -- you _ mizzer ` ble _ two-cent Willie ! '' As the day drew on , his white face grew flushed , her fevered one white , and both were haggard and lined from the struggle . Then , at about three o'clock , Mr. Ronald telephoned up to say he wished Radcliffe to go for a drive with him . Claire replied it was impossible . `` Why ? '' came back to her over the wire .