five o'clock
Sleeping at Cork in an Imperial Hotel was far too usual a proceeding , -- we scorned it . As the very apex of boldness and reckless defiance of common-sense , we let our heavy luggage go on to the capital of Munster , and , taking our handbags , entered a railway carriage standing on a side track , and were speedily on our way , -- we knew not whither , and cared less . We discovered all too soon that we were going to Waterford , the Star of the Suir , -- ` The gentle Shure , that making way By sweet Clonmell , adorns rich Waterford ' ; and we were charmed at first sight with its quaint bridge spanning the silvery river . It was only five o'clock , and we walked about the fine old ninth-century town , called by the Cavaliers the Urbs Intacta , because it was the one place in Ireland which successfully resisted the all-conquering Cromwell . Francesca sent a telegram at once to MISS PEABODY AND MAID , Great Southern Hotel , Limerick Junction . Came to Waterford instead Cork . Strongbow landed here 1771 , defeating Danes and Irish .