the hour of five o'clock
said Connie . She remembered what Big Ben had been to her and to Ronald in Mammy Warren 's dreadful rooms . She too listened , half-arrested in her progress across the room . Then , above the din and roar of London , the sweet chimes pealed , and the hour of five o'clock was solemnly proclaimed . `` There ! '' said Giles . `` Did yer ` ear wot he said now ? ''