A quarter to twelve
Susy d'Orsel could hardly repress a smile . `` Mind your own business . What time is it ? '' `` A quarter to twelve , Madame . '' And as the girl started to leave the room she ventured : `` I hope M. August wo n't forget me , to-morrow morning . '' `` Why , you little idiot , his name is n't August , it 's Frederick-Christian ! You have about as much sense as an oyster ! ''