a quarter to five
`` Seven , '' suggested Morris . `` At seven ! At a quarter to five , if you please ! At a quarter to five every morning did some wretched person come and ring a dinner-bell outside my door . And it was no use going to sleep again , not the least , for at half-past five two hideous old lay-sisters arrived with buckets of water -- they have a perfect passion for cleanliness -- and began to scrub out the cell whether you were in bed or whether you were n't . '' Then she rattled on to other experiences , trivial enough in themselves , but so entertaining when touched and lightened with her native humour , that very soon the evening had worn itself pleasantly away without a single sad or untoward word . `` Good night , dear ! ''