half past
one
He took the hand which I dared not withhold , and having given it a damp squeeze , referred to his pale-faced watch . ` Dear me ! ' he said , ` it 's past one . The moments slip away so , in the confidence of old times , Master Copperfield , that it 's almost half past one ! ' I answered that I had thought it was later . Not that I had really thought so , but because my conversational powers were effectually scattered . ` Dear me ! '