about
three o'clock
He flushed and his big fists involuntarily closed . He had felt in his face the breath of the spirit that is driving the century before it . From a college town in Indiana the aged father , William Gordon , Professor Emeritus of History and Belles Lettres , hurried to New York to see his son . When he read the Sunday morning papers , which reached him about three o'clock , he pooh-poohed the wild reports the Associated Press had sent out from New York announcing the separation from Ruth and linking his son 's name in vulgar insinuations with another woman . He hastened to find the telegraph operator , and got him to open the office . He sent a long telegram to Frank , urging on him the importance of correcting these slanderous reports immediately . He walked about the town to see his friends and explain to them .