half past five
Maurice woke next morning to a deep sadness , as if some bitter calamity had befallen . In a moment the conversation of the previous evening rushed to his mind , and his gloom rather deepened than grew less . The rising-bell had rung , and he rose languidly in the cold , gray twilight . So long had he tossed restlessly in the night unsleeping that he felt worn out and miserable , and after the hours which he had necessarily kept at the house of his cousin half past five seemed hardly to be day . He shivered with a discouraged disgust as he made his toilet , endeavoring to forget . The routine of the morning followed : meditation , lauds and prayers ; mass ; breakfast ; prime ; then the study hours before luncheon ; and so on to nones . All this time the rule of the house protected him from speech , but now that the hour for recreation came he was in the midst of questioning fellow-deacons .