five minutes
past eleven
Lord John lies back with his hands in his pockets and his eyes closed . How people can sleep under such conditions is more than I can imagine . Three-thirty a.m. I have just wakened with a start . It was five minutes past eleven when I made my last entry . I remember winding up my watch and noting the time . So I have wasted some five hours of the little span still left to us . Who would have believed it possible ?