three o'clock in the afternoon
He would be glad , for her sake , if not his own . He might give up Suzanne -- he might -- he might . Oh , why should that thought intrude on him now ? When he reached the hospital it was three o'clock in the afternoon , and he had been there for a little while in the morning when she was comparatively all right . She was much worse . The straining pains in her side which she had complained of were worse and her face was alternately flushed and pale , sometimes convulsed a little . Myrtle was there talking with her , and Eugene stood about nervously , wondering what he should do -- what he could do .