two minutes past five
It was as if she had whispered , `` The nerves of this angel have all gone to pieces . We must humour the little sentimental simpleton . '' `` We 've begun , ye see , '' said Susan Foley . It was two minutes past five , and Miss Ingate and Audrey , followed by Nick with her slung arm , entered the sheeted living-room . Tremendous feats had been performed . All the Moncreiff and Ingate luggage , less than two hours earlier lying at the Charing Cross Hotel , was now in two adjoining rooms on the third floor of the great house in Paget Gardens . Drivers and loiterers had assisted , under the strict and taciturn control of Susan Foley .