five o'clock
The sleeper was quite empty save for a medley of drummers ' talk and the rattle of chips from the smoking room and an old man in a skull cap who dozed incessantly . Even the porter dozed . She sat the day through without responding to calls for meals , the rain falling steadily now like a curtain . At five o'clock the lamps were already burning and a rash of little lights began to break out over the landscape . `` Some day , '' she mused , `` I 'll look back upon all this and laugh . I 'll tell it in a newspaper interview . Lillian Ploag .