a quarter to five
Exhausted by her tears , she threw herself on her bed and , dressed as she was , sank into heavy slumber . It was very early in the morning when she awoke . It was not yet five o'clock . Florence struck a light and saw by the little clock on the mantelpiece that the hands pointed to a quarter to five . `` There is time , '' she thought , eagerly . She sat up on her elbow and reflected . Her eyes were bright , her face paler than ever .