A quarter to one
We stared about us in silence . After waiting perhaps five minutes , peering unsuccessfully behind the curtain , raising our voices in talk , and finally rapping upon the table without attracting attendance , we decided to return to where we had left the cars and visit the shop again on our way out of the town . As we came to the Plaza , the clock of the great church announced the hour . A quarter to one . `` Good Heavens ! '' cried Daphne , checking the time by her wrist-watch . `` I 'd no idea it was so late .