Ten minutes to one
She says it very loudly and distinctly and for Mrs. Winters to hear . Oliver wakes around one o'clock with a dim consciousness that noisy crowds of people have been talking very loudly at him a good many too many times during the past few hours , but that he has managed to fool them , many or few , by always acting as much like a Body as possible . His chief wish is to turn over on the other side and sleep for another seven hours or so , but one of those people is standing respectfully beside his bed and though Oliver blinks eyes at him reproachfully , he will not vanish back into his proper nonentity -- he remains standing there -- obsequious words come out of his mouth . `` Ten minutes to one , sir . Lunch is at one , sir . '' Oliver stares at the blue waistcoat gloomily . `` What 's that ? ''