a quarter after nine
I could not eat , either , but I made the pretence of doing so . The next morning , at breakfast in the sitting-room , we were a silent pair . I do n't know what George , the waiter , thought of us . At a quarter after nine I turned away from the window through which I had been moodily regarding the donkey cart of a flower huckster in the street below . `` You 'd better get on your things , '' I said . `` It is time for us to go . '' Hephzy donned her hat and wrap .