a quarter to eight
By the time I had dressed , the thing was decided . I would see about guides , and try to arrange at once for the ascent . The thought had joy in it , and I ran downstairs , whistling the `` Alpine Maid . '' The Boy and I had settled overnight that we would drink our morning coffee and eat our rolls together , at a quarter to eight , long before the Contessa or her friends had opened their eyes ; but the appointed time was not yet come , and I had it in mind to make enquiries concerning my excursion , when I almost stumbled against the Boy , coming in at the front door . `` I 've been out in the park , '' said he , when we had exchanged by way of greeting a `` Hello , Boy '' and `` Hello , Man . '' `` Meet any chamois ? '' `` Yes . ''