A quarter to twelve
Mysie would have exclaimed , ` What were you doing with Miss Constance ? ' but breathlessness happily prevented it . The way across the paddock seemed endless , and Mysie was chafed at having to hold back for her companion , who panted in distress , leant against a tree , declared she could not go on , she did not care , and then when , Mysie set off running , was seized with fright at being left alone in this vast unknown space , cried after her and made a rush , soon ending in sobbing breath . At last they were at the door , and Wilfred just coming out of the dining-room greeted them with , ` A quarter to twelve . Wo n't you catch it ? Oh my ! ' ` Are they come ? '