a quarter to nine
My heart bleeds for my dear Cornelia , and I am eager to see my sisters , and embrace them , and share their sorrow . If I must not come , tell them I kiss them . Adieu ! '' Wilfrid replied : -- `` I will be by Richford Park gates to-morrow at a quarter to nine . You speak of your heart . I suppose it is a habit . Be careful to put on a cloak or thick shawl ; we have touches of frost .