half past
nine
And now , probably , she would never see him again . The train drew up at last . She did not know where George lodged , and would have to go to his hospital . She planned to get there at half past nine , and having eaten a sort of breakfast at the station , went forth into the town . The seaside was still wrapped in the early glamour which haunts chalk of a bright morning . But the streets were very much alive . Here was real business of the war .