quarter after four
And then she did a surprising thing . She elbowed her way to the edge of the crowd , past the red-faced man with the cigar , out to the street , and fell into line , and marched on up the street , shoulders squared , head high . Fanny glanced down at her watch . It was quarter after four . With a little gasp she turned to work her way through the close-packed crowd . It was an actual physical struggle , from which she emerged disheveled , breathless , uncomfortably warm , and minus her handkerchief , but she had gained the comparative quiet of the side street , and she made the short distance that lay between the Avenue and her hotel a matter of little more than a minute . In the hotel corridor stood Ella and Fenger , the former looking worried , the latter savage .