three o'clock
He declined Gwynne 's invitation to dinner , and drove off , looking slothful and amiable once more . But what went on behind that mask , within that long ill-built cranium , Gwynne had never pretended to guess . Nor , to-day , did he care . * * * * * At three o'clock he gave his horse to Abe , was told that the lady of the manor was out walking , and went into the house . He had a fancy to meet her again in the room that harbored the sweetest of his California memories . It was dark and cool . Only one window , looking upon the garden , was open .