three o'clock
`` I do n't mind , '' Edith said . `` You bet she wo n't rush off right after supper ! '' Maurice said ; `` I wo n't let her . And if she does n't get in here by three o'clock , I 'll know the reason why ! '' So Edith came in every Sunday afternoon at three -- and Eleanor never left her alone with Maurice for a moment ! She sat and watched them ; saw Edith 's unconcealed affection for Maurice , saw Maurice 's pleasure in Edith , saw his entire forgetfulness of herself , -- and as she sat , silently , watching , watching , jealousy was like a fire in her breast . However , in spite of Eleanor , sitting on the other side of the fire , in bitter silence , those Sunday afternoons were delightful to Edith .