a quarter to one
The Medical Man rose , came to the lamp , and examined the flowers . `` The gynæceum 's odd , '' he said . The Psychologist leant forward to see , holding out his hand for a specimen . `` I 'm hanged if it is n't a quarter to one , '' said the Journalist . `` How shall we get home ? '' `` Plenty of cabs at the station , '' said the Psychologist . `` It 's a curious thing , '' said the Medical Man ; `` but I certainly do n't know the natural order of these flowers .