five
o'clock in the morning
`` I believe you , '' he said . He went upstairs , feeling puzzled . But when he laid his head on his pillow he was so tired that he fell sound asleep . The sleep seemed to last but for a minute or two when Jean 's harsh voice was heard telling him to rise , for it was five o'clock in the morning . Then there came a time of bustle and confusion . The girls , with their faces white as sheets , came down to breakfast in their usual fashion -- hand linked within hand . Sir John thought , as he glanced at them , that he had never seen a more desolate-looking little trio .