three o’clock
And oh ! she wished that dream were done , for it was long , long . It wearied her , and grasped her heart with a cold clutch of fear . It was past three o'clock on this same day when Eve had drunk the milk and some hours after she began to dream , that Hugh de Cressi and his men , safe and sound but weary , halted their tired horses at the door of the Preceptory of the Templars in Dunwich . `` Best go on to his worship the Mayor and serve the King 's writ upon him , master , '' grumbled Grey Dick as they rode up Middlegate Street . `` You wasted good time in a shooting bout at Windsor against my will , and now you 'll waste more time in a talking match at Dunwich . And the sun grows low , and the Frenchmen may have heard and be on the wing , and who can see to lay a shaft at night ? ''