five minutes to nine
` Why do n't you go home , my dear ? ' says I , ` and pop round and see the master in the morning , ' I says , thinking the pore young lady lives about here . And then she tells me as how she come all the way from Lunnon and walked up from the station . As well you know , sir , the last train up leaves Wentfield Station at five minutes to nine , and so the pore young lady could n't get back that night . So here she had to stop . I got the spare room ready for her and lit a nice fire and all , but she would n't go to bed not until she had seen you . I do hope as how I 've not done wrong , sir .