a quarter to eight
Yet she felt that not to know very soon would make her lose sleep , and appetite , and interest in daily life . Silence fell between them for a moment . The rose of sunset burned to ashes-of-rose . A small clock on the mantelpiece mentioned in a discreet voice that it was a quarter to eight . Nick got up , rather heavily for a man so lithe as he . `` Well , I must go , '' he said . `` Thank you for letting me take , you around San Francisco .