about five o’clock
`` Do you think you 're going to sleep till Doomsday ? '' she said . He laughed at once . `` It ought only to be about five o'clock , '' he said . `` Well , '' she answered , `` it 's half-past seven , whether or not . Here , I 've brought you a cup of tea . '' He rubbed his face , pushed the tumbled hair off his forehead , and roused himself .