a quarter to twelve
It was very pitiful to see . The young man took her face between his hands , kissed it , and pouring out a glass of wine , held it to her lips . She put it aside with her hand and glanced up towards the tall clock in the corner . My eyes , following hers , saw that the hands pointed to a quarter to twelve . The young Squire set down the glass hastily , stepped to the window and , drawing aside the blue curtain , gazed out upon the night . Twice he looked back at Cicely , over his shoulder , and after a minute returned to the table . He drained the glass which the girl had declined , poured out another , still keeping his eyes on her , and began to walk impatiently up and down the room .