ten minutes after ten
said Glory . `` Married ! Good gracious , no ; what ridiculous ideas you 've got ! '' It was ten minutes after ten as the girls turned in at a sharp trot at the door of the hospital , still prattling and chattering and bringing some of the gaiety and nonsense of their holiday into the quiet precincts of the house of pain . The porter shook his finger at them with mock severity , and a ward Sister going through the porch in her white silence stopped to say that a patient had been crying out for one of them . `` It 's me -- I know it 's me , '' said Polly . `` I 've got a brother here out of a monastery , and he ca n't do with anybody else about him .