one o'clock
. . '' `` Oh , leave that to my well-known art ! '' `` She 'll see a great light before one o'clock or I 'm -- '' Silence fell like a thunderclap as the Quaker Girl confronted Harlequin , Columbine , and Sir Francis Drake . She said coolly : `` You were speaking of me , I believe ? '' Drake stepped back , swore in his false beard , and disappeared round the corner in a twinkling . Columbine snapped like the shrew she masked : `` You little sneak ! ''