a quarter to five
The mists descended . The Cathedral chimes struck five . February night , cold , smoke-misted , enwrapped the town . * * * * * At a quarter to five Evensong was over and Cobbett was putting out the candles in the choir . Two figures slowly passed down the darkening nave . Outside the west door they paused , gazing at the splendour of the fiery sky . `` It 's cold , but there 'll be stars , '' Ronder said .