five minutes
past seven
She always did . It was as though she gently expired every evening and returned gloriously to life every morning . The sunshiny hours between three and seven were very long to him , but it was indisputable that he did not hear the clock strike six : which was at any rate proof of a little sleep to the good . At five minutes past seven he thought he heard a faint rustling noise in the corridor , and he arose and tiptoed to the door and opened it . Yes , the Majestic had its good qualities ! He had ordered that all the London morning daily papers should be laid at his door as early as possible -- and there the pile was , somewhat damp , and as fresh as fruit , with a slight odour of ink . He took it in .