three o'clock
It was ` his poor foolish little Letty ' -- the long farewell -- and the ` noble Barney ' was gone . The courtship and the married days -- all a faded old story now ; and a few days later , reversed arms , and muffled drums , and three volleys in the church-yard , and a little file of wondering children , dressed in black , whom the old general afterwards took up in his arms , one by one , very kindly , and kissed , and told them they were to come and play in Belmont whenever they liked , and to eat fruit in the garden , and a great deal more ; for all which a poor little lady , in a widow 's cap , and a lonely room , hard-by , was very grateful . Little Doctor Toole came out feeling rather queer and stunned from Sturk 's house . It was past three o'clock by this time , and it had already , in his eyes , a changed and empty look , as his upturned eye for a moment rested upon its gray front , and the window-panes glittering in the reddening sun . He looked down the street towards the turnpike , and then up it , towards Martin 's - row and the Mills . And he bethought him suddenly of poor Sally Nutter , and upbraided himself , smiting the point of his cane with a vehement stab upon the pavement , for having forgotten to speak to Lowe upon her case . Perhaps , however , it was as well he had not , inasmuch as there were a few not unimportant facts connected with that case about which he was himself in the dark .