a quarter past seven
The thing would have made a wonderful story for the press agent , if he had n't stopped just where he did . He spent the rest of that evening , and a good part of the next day , trying to think of some alternative to waiting again at the stage door . But , except for the still inadmissible one of going to Jimmy Wallace , he could n't think of one . So , at a quarter past seven that night , he stationed himself once more in the miserable alley , to wait for Rose . Seeing her before the show would , he thought , be an improvement on waiting till after it . The mere fact that they would n't have very long to talk , ought to reassure her that he did n't mean to take any advantages . He could show her how contrite he was , how little he meant to ask , and then leave it to her to select a place , at her own leisure and convenience , to talk over the terms of their treaty .