a quarter past eleven
Mountain masses of clouds , rounded in sunlight , swung up the blue . The flowering chestnut pavilions overhead rustled and hummed . A sound in his ears as of a banner unfolding in the joyful distance lulled him . He was to meet his bride at the church at a quarter past eleven . His watch said a quarter to ten . He strolled on beneath the long-stemmed trees toward the well dedicated to a saint obscure . Some people were drinking at the well .