a quarter after seven
`` He will be grateful that nothing worse happened . '' `` Yes , I believe he will , '' replied Orme . He glanced at the clock . It was a quarter after seven . Going back into the chamber which , had been the scene of both their danger and their happiness , he got his coat and the girl 's hat . The parchment papers crackled in his pocket as he put the coat on . The girl , meantime , adjusted her hat .