three o’clock
``` Divil a guinea . ' ``` Nor silver ? ' ``` No , nor silver ; nor as much as sixpence , either . ' ``` Did n't ye hear that all day yesterday when the people was coming in with their notes , the chaps there were heating the guineas in a frying-pan , pretending that they were making them as fast as they could ; and sure , when they had a batch red-hot they spread them out to cool ; and what betune the hating and the cooling , and the burning the fingers counting them , they kept the bank open to three o'clock , and then they ran away . ' ``` Is it truth yer telling ? ' says my father . ``` Sorra word o ' lie in it !