half after six
You 'll be all the better for it , if you do . ' The Marchioness , in saying these words , brought a little table to the bedside , took her seat at it , and began to work away at the concoction of some cooling drink , with the address of a score of chemists . Richard Swiveller being indeed fatigued , fell into a slumber , and waking in about half an hour , inquired what time it was . ` Just gone half after six , ' replied his small friend , helping him to sit up again . ` Marchioness , ' said Richard , passing his hand over his forehead and turning suddenly round , as though the subject but that moment flashed upon him , ` what has become of Kit ? ' He had been sentenced to transportation for a great many years , she said . ` Has he gone ? '