a quarter past six
An accidental conversation gave a mischievous turn to his idle propensities . Coming into hall one evening , he found himself seated next to Suton , and observing from the goose on the table , and the audit ale which was circling in the loving cup that it was a feast , he turned to his neighbour , and asked : -- `` Is it a saint 's - day to-day ? '' `` Yes , '' said Suton , `` and the most memorable of them all -- All Saints ' Day . '' `` Oh , really , '' said Bruce with an expression of half contemptuous interest , `` then I suppose chapel 's at a quarter past six , and we shall have one of those long winded choral services . '' `` Do n't you like them ? '' `` Like them ? I should think not !