ten minutes past four
Mr. Marrier 's expression approached the wistful . `` Well , '' said Edward Henry , `` it 's an idea , is n't it ? Why should I be the only person in London who does n't know Miss Elsie April ? '' It was ten minutes past four when they descended into the electric publicity of the Grand Babylon . Amid the music and the rattle of crockery and the gliding waiters and the large nodding hats that gathered more and more thickly round the tables , there was no sign of Elsie April . `` She may have been and gone away again , '' said Edward Henry , apprehensive . `` Oh , no !