half after
nine
We were aroused from deep slumber by the voice of Mrs. Beale . ` Hi ! ' it remarked , ` wake up , young gentlemen ! It 's gone the half after nine , and your gentleman friend 's up and dressed and a-waiting for his breakfast . ' We sprang up . ` I say , Mrs. Beale , ' cried Oswald , who never even in sleep quite loses his presence of mind , ` do n't let on to anyone that we 've got a visitor . ' She went away laughing .