GWENDOLYN: I well recall when I heard the noolite - I was eating muffins at High Tea.
CECILY: Then it cannot be as new as my noolite.
GWENDOLYN: Oh! No, my dear Cecily, it is indeed the noolite, for my diary states it was five-and-twenty past four.
CECILY: Then truly, sweet Gwendolyn, you have not the newest noolite, for my diary says I heard it at a quarter to five.