a quarter to twelve
I do n't even know whether Helena stared . To-morrow the Klosters come over , and are going to stay the night , and to-morrow I may play my fiddle again . I 've faithfully kept my promise and not touched it . Really , as it 's a quarter to twelve now and at midnight my week 's fasting will be over , I might begin and play it quite soon . I wonder what would happen if I sat on my window-sill and played Ravel to the larkspurs and the stars ! I believe it would make even the Graf say something . But I wo n't do anything so unlike , as Frau Bornsted would say , what a _ junges Madchen _ generally does , but go to bed instead , into the prettiest bed I 've slept in since I had a frilly cot in the nursery , -- all pink silk coverlet and lace-edged sheets .