about three
o'clock
I 'm going to lunch ! '' He slammed the door behind him . Ray Vilas , left alone , elevated his heels to the sill , and stared out of the window a long time at a gravelled roof which presented little of interest . He replenished his glass and his imagination frequently , the latter being so stirred that when , about three o'clock , he noticed the inroads he had made upon the bottle , tears of self-pity came to his eyes . `` Poor little drunkard ! '' he said aloud . `` Go ahead and do it .