three o'clock
So he rose hastily and went out and wandered about the shabby , unfriendly neighborhood . He had a mad desire , almost realized , to take the car straight to Eighty-first Street , and only the thought of Marty Briggs in actual possession held him back . Finally he went back and took lunch , and again tried the vain task of pretending to work . It was three o'clock when he surrendered . He strode in to his mother . `` Mother , '' he said , `` is n't there something we can do together ? '' `` In what way ? ''