three in the
afternoon
Maud could not stand , nor had I strength to carry her . I fell in the sand with her , and , when I had recovered , contented myself with putting my hands under her shoulders and dragging her up the beach to the hut . The next day we did no work . In fact , we slept till three in the afternoon , or at least I did , for I awoke to find Maud cooking dinner . Her power of recuperation was wonderful . There was something tenacious about that lily-frail body of hers , a clutch on existence which one could not reconcile with its patent weakness . `` You know I was travelling to Japan for my health , '' she said , as we lingered at the fire after dinner and delighted in the movelessness of loafing .