five minutes to five
The Governor of the province had sent him an extraordinarily stupid minute , almost assuming that his dealings had been dishonest . Fedor Mihailovich felt embittered , and wrote at once a sharp answer . On his return home everything seemed to go contrary to his wishes . It was five minutes to five , and he expected the dinner to be served at once , but he was told it was not ready . He banged the door and went to his study . Somebody knocked at the door . `` Who the devil is that ? ''