Quarter after six
There are all kinds of times . By-the-way , what time is it ? '' Jeff looked at his watch . `` Quarter after six . '' `` Then I must go . '' She jumped to her feet , and faced about for a glimpse of herself in the little glass on the mantel , and put her hand on the large pink roses massed at her waist . One heavy bud dropped from its stem to the floor , where , while she stood , the edge of her skirt pulled and pushed it .