a quarter
past eleven
Nor , indeed , had she ever met anyone in the course of these visits . On the fatal night Lieschen was expected at the cottage . Mother and son waited at first hopefully , then anxiously , at last with some vague uneasiness at her non-appearance . It was now a quarter past eleven -- nearly an hour later than her usual time . They occasionally went to the door to look for her ; then they walked a few yards down the road , as if to catch an earlier glimpse of her advancing steps . But in vain . The half-hour struck .