half past seven
Philip remained silent , while the others chattered away , but he was enjoying himself . He admired them both so much that it seemed natural enough for them to admire one another . He did not care if Griffiths absorbed Mildred 's attention , he would have her to himself during the evening : he had something of the attitude of a loving husband , confident in his wife 's affection , who looks on with amusement while she flirts harmlessly with a stranger . But at half past seven he looked at his watch and said : `` It 's about time we went out to dinner , Mildred . '' There was a moment 's pause , and Griffiths seemed to be considering . `` Well , I 'll be getting along , '' he said at last . `` I did n't know it was so late . ''