a quarter past seven
Kitty gave a parting glance at the rooms . They must have fulfilled every requirement from the satisfied look on her face . `` Boys , '' she called to her cousins , who were finishing a hasty lunch in the dining-room , `` you 'll have to hurry . It 's a quarter past seven this blessed minute . How long does it take you to get into evening clothes ? '' `` Not as long as it takes you by an hour , '' Ferren called back . `` We 'll go up to dress at eight , and then hang round for you . ''