three in the afternoon
From the depths of the ancient mansion , the other clocks repeated the strokes , first one , then another , then two sounding their clear little bells almost in unison . All struck five . He drew out his watch and looked at it . The hour was three in the afternoon . After a moment her attitude , a trifle rigid , relaxed . He muttered something about making an examination of the clocks , adding that to adjust and regulate them would be a simple matter . She sat very still beside him on the stone coping -- her dark eyes wandered toward the forest -- wonderful eyes , dreamily preoccupied -- the visionary eyes of a Bretonne , full of the mystery and beauty of magic things unseen .