twenty-five minutes to seven
She would go just as she was ! She could not accept the assistance of an attractive bodice ! ... Unfeminine , perhaps , but womanly . At twenty-five minutes to seven , she went into Mrs. Orgreave 's bedroom , rather like a child , and also rather like an adult creature in a distracting crisis . Tom Orgreave and Alicia were filling the entire house with the stormy noise of a piano duet based upon Rossini 's _ William Tell _ . `` I think I 'll miss tea , Mrs. Orgreave , '' she said . `` Edwin Clayhanger invited me to go over the printing-works at half-past six , and it 's twenty-five minutes to seven now . ''