three o'clock
The Princess yawned as she leaned back in her chair . Both Forrest and De la Borne , who had left his place to turn up one of the lamps , glanced stealthily round at the speaker . `` I am not keen about it myself , '' Forrest said smoothly . `` After all , though , it 's only three o'clock . '' Cecil 's fingers shook , so that his tinkering with the lamp failed , and the room was left almost in darkness . Forrest , glad of an excuse to leave his place , went to the great north window and pulled up the blind . A faint stream of grey light stole into the room .