half after nine
He bent swiftly and kissed her . `` Good night . '' Warrington was up and about at six the next morning . He had never really outgrown the natural habit of waking at dawn , but he had fallen upon the evil way of turning over and sleeping till half after nine . He ate a light breakfast and went out to the stables and moved among the stalls , talking affectionate nonsense to the horses . A man can not talk baby-talk , that is the undisputed prerogative of the woman ; but he has a fashion of his own which serves . `` Aha , old boy !