five in the morning
`` Where ? '' said the counsel , like inexorable fate . `` I will save the gentlewoman from replying to that question , sir ; '' and a gentleman with long brown hair , in a rich white and gold uniform , rose from among the spectators . `` Perhaps I may be allowed to answer for her , when I say that it was at Portchester Castle , at five in the morning , that she saw Peregrine Oakshott slain by my hand , and thrown into the vault . '' There was a moment of breathless amazement in the court , and the judge was the first to speak . `` Very extraordinary , sir ! What is your name ? ''