three o'clock
Miles produced a small lantern which was strapped to his groom 's belt . `` There 's parts of the road not over safe in the dark , '' he said as he raised the shade which guarded the light . The wild lord coolly opened the letter , and read the few careless words which it contained . `` To Mrs. Lewson : -- Dear old girl , expect me back to-morrow to dinner at three o'clock . Yours , ARTHUR . '' There was a pause . `` Are there any strangers at Rathco ? ''