quarter to seven
If she were , she would not be Liberty : if she were , she would not be worshipped of men , but despised . If they understood her , they would not care for her . And finally , she comes not to bring peace , but a sword . At quarter to seven one blustery evening of the April following their fourth anniversary Honora returned from New York to find her husband seated under the tall lamp in the room he somewhat facetiously called his `` den , '' scanning the financial page of his newspaper . He was in his dressing gown , his slippered feet extended towards the hearth , smoking a cigarette . And on the stand beside him was a cocktail glass -- empty . `` Howard , '' she cried , brushing his ashes from the table , `` how can you be so untidy when you are so good-looking dressed up ?