a quarter to six
Two or three knots of people were still standing about , talking and looking up the street at the little crowd of shouting , gesticulating rowdies . A woman with a perambulator , making up her mind at just the wrong moment to cross the road , found herself almost under the feet of the Fox-Moore horses . The coachman pulled up sharply , and before he had driven on , the lady 's eyes had fallen on an inscription in white chalk on the flagstone -- ` VOTES FOR WOMEN . ` Meeting here to-night at a quarter to six . ' The occupant of the carriage turned her head sharply in the direction of the ` disturbance , ' and then -- ` After all , I must go up that street . Drive fast till you get near those people . Quick ! '