quarter past twelve
Alas for any hopes which the trim , youthful figure might have raised ! Her thick gray hair was plastered down over temples , cheeks , and ears , and a pair of uncommonly large blue spectacles left her eyes to the imagination . `` I began to be afraid there might have been some mistake in the telegram I sent , after I got your letter saying I must n't come to your address , '' began Nephew Ronald , hastily , after a moment of silence that followed the dropping of the veil . `` What I said was , ` Buiten Oord , third arbor on the left as you come in by main entrance , lunch quarter past twelve . Any cabman will know the place . ' Was the message all right ? '' `` Yes , '' replied Aunt Fay ; `` but I suffer a little with my eyes .