five minutes to six
But it is a long lane that has no turning , and at length the hansom drew up before a little cottage far back from the road . A long porch of lattice-work led up to the front door , and tall elm trees shaded the little garden . It was a pleasant enough little abode on the outside at any rate , sheltered from the noise and bustle of the great city . `` No. 17 , The Grove , sir , '' called out the cabman , breathless , but triumphant , `` and it 's only five minutes to six . '' `` Well done , '' said McAllister , `` here 's your well-earned sovereign . Now take your horse to the stables over there and wait for me . '' The cabman departed radiant , wondering over such unwonted generosity , and musing as to the rank and wealth of his fare .