five o'clock
There was not much conversation ; Kite never began it . Miss Bonnicastle hummed , or whistled , or sang , generally the refrains of the music-hall ; if work gave her trouble she swore vigorously -- in German , a language with which she was well acquainted and at the sound of her maledictions , though he did not understand them , Kite always threw his head back with a silent laugh . Olga naturally had most of his attention ; he often fixed his eyes upon her for five minutes at a time , and Olga , being used to this , was not at all disturbed by it . When five o'clock came , Miss Bonnicastle flung up her arms and yawned . `` Let 's have some blooming tea ! '' she exclaimed . `` All right , I 'll get it .