one o'clock
The window was his outlook on life . Beyond the hall door were foreign lands inhabited by people who were no longer of his kind . The cat and the canary , these were his familiars , and his wife was rapidly becoming his friend . Once a day he trod solemnly forth on the designated walk -- `` Be back before one o'clock , '' said the voice of kind authority , `` lunch will be ready . '' `` Wo n't you be back before two ? '' said that voice , `` the lawn has to be rolled . '' `` Do n't stay out after three , '' the voice entreated , `` we are going to visit Aunt Kate . ''