a quarter past ten
He hoped so . He would like to know that she was snugly settled . He looked at his watch . It was a quarter past ten ; she would not be home for a good two hours yet , and he might as well walk over and have a look at the place . He remembered the shortest way . It was a warm , smoky evening , and there was a grimy moon . He went through Covent Garden to Oxford Street , and as he turned into Museum Street he walked more slowly , smiling at his own nervousness as he approached the sullen gray mass at the end .