two o'clock
Then I became partially aroused to my surroundings by a voice speaking from the cot next mine . `` You lazy Irish marine ! '' it cried petulantly , `` that beef stew was to have been given me an hour ago . '' `` Sure , sor , '' was the soothing reply , `` it was n't to be given yer honor till two o'clock . '' `` Well , it 's all of three now . '' `` Wan-thirty , on me sowl , sor . '' That first voice sounded oddly familiar , and I turned my face that way , but was unable to perceive the speaker .