three o’clock in the afternoon
I believe , if friend Jack looked about him carefully , he might see , still gliding over the surface of the water , the shade of the slender form of sweet Ellen Douglas . '' `` To be sure , Mr. Starr , '' replied Jack ; `` why should I not ? I may just as well see that pretty girl on the waters of Loch Katrine , as those ugly ghosts on Loch Malcolm in the coal pit . '' It was by this time three o'clock in the afternoon . The less hilly shores of Loch Katrine westward extended like a picture framed between Ben An and Ben Venue . At the distance of half a mile was the entrance to the narrow bay , where was the landing-place for our tourists , who meant to return to Stirling by Callander . Nell appeared completely worn out by the continued excitement of the day .