three o'clock
I have the address here somewhere . '' He fumbled in his pocket and took out a card . `` Power , Commons & Co. , '' he read , `` 194 Lincoln 's Inn Fields . I will meet you there at three o'clock . '' He rumpled his untidy hair with an embarrassed laugh . `` I seem to have drifted into the position of guardian to you , young lady , '' he said . `` I ca n't say that it is an unpleasant task , although it is a great responsibility . ''