a quarter to twelve
Simply go there and wait . '' At midday on the following day the pretty Valentine dressed herself carefully , and went out . Then , an hour later , pretending that I was only going for a short run , I mounted into the car and set out for Liège , wondering what was now to happen . Next day I idled away , and at a quarter to twelve that night , after a run around the town , I pulled up in the shadow before the Cathedral and stopped the engines . The old square was quite quiet , for the good Liègois retire early , and the only sound was the musical carillon of the bells . In impatience I waited . The silent night was clear , bright , and frosty , with a myriad shining stars above .