quarter to seven
he exclaimed , starting up . `` What about half-past six ? I do n't want to get up . '' `` Told me to call you , sir , at half-past six ; quarter to seven now . '' `` Oh , all right , very well , '' answered Vandover . He turned away his face on the pillow , while a wretched feeling of nausea crept over him ; every movement of his head made it ache to bursting . Behind his temples the blood throbbed and pumped like the knocking of hammers .