a quarter past twelve
But she put it on again directly , for she could not find another to her taste , and with tears in her eyes declared that she was dressed like a ragpicker . Daguenet and Georges had to patch up the rent with pins , while Zoe once more arranged her hair . All three hurried round her , especially the boy , who knelt on the floor with his hands among her skirts . And at last she calmed down again when Daguenet assured her it could not be later than a quarter past twelve , seeing that by dint of scamping her words and skipping her lines she had effectually shortened the third act of the Blonde Venus . `` The play 's still far too good for that crowd of idiots , '' she said . `` Did you see ? There were thousands there tonight .