Quarter past seven
This , as she heard the ancient clock in the square turret which overlooked the Tudor courtyard give forth a mellow tintinnabulation . `` What time is it , I wonder ? '' She glanced at the tiny trifle of a watch she had taken off and placed on her dressing - table . `` Quarter past seven ! I must have had a doze , after all . I think I will ring for Nancy Pyrle '' -- and she suited the action to the word ; `` I have not the least idea where my clothes are . '' Nancy obeyed the summons with alacrity .