a quarter past seven
Not understanding the technical , I answered , `` Of course not the Down -- the Kilkenny and Cork mail . '' `` From Dublin , sir ? '' `` Yes , from Dublin . '' `` Not arrived yet , sir , nor will it for three quarters of an hour ; they never leave Dublin till a quarter past seven ; that is , in fact , half past , and their time here is twenty minutes to eleven . '' `` Why , you stupid son of a boot-top , we have been posting on all night like the devil , and all this time the coach has been ten miles behind us . '' `` Well , we 've cotch them any how , '' said the urchin , as he disengaged himself from his wet saddle , and stood upon the ground ; `` and it is not my fault that the coach is not before us . '' With a satisfactory anathema upon all innkeepers , waiters , hostlers , and post-boys , with a codicil including coach-proprietors , I followed the smirking landlord into a well-lighted room , with a blazing fire , when having ordered supper , I soon regained my equanimity .