three o'clock
So would all disquiet end ! Some harmonious messenger had fluttered to her for a second -- the gold-winged bird of peace . In this sensuous exaltation her nerves vibrated like the strings of a violin . When Mr. Stone woke it was past three o'clock and Bianca at once handed him another cup of strong beef-tea . He swallowed it , and said : `` What is this ? '' `` Beef-tea . '' Mr. Stone looked at the empty cup .