a quarter before seven
You can not keep your hawk on the cadge for ever -- ah , nor hood her for ever ! ' And so on . All this points to some public excitement . The town gate was opened full early , the booths about it did a great trade ; at a quarter before seven Sir Gilles de Gurdun rode in , with his father on his right hand , the prior of Rouen on his left , and half a dozen of his kindred , fair and solid men all . They were lightly armed , clothed in soft leather , without shields or any heavy war-furniture : old Gurdun a squarely built , red-faced man like his son , but with a bush of white hair all about his face , and eyebrows like curved snowdrifts ; the prior -LRB- old Gurdun 's brother 's son -RRB- with a big nose , long and pendulous ; Gilles ' brother Bartholomew , and others whom it would be tedious to mention . Gilles himself looked well knit for the business in hand ; all the old women agreed that he would make a masterful husband . They stabled their horses in the inn-yard , and went into the church porch to await the bride 's party .