a quarter past eight
Below , on the terrace , Viviette was walking , and she filled his universe . She had changed the bedraggled frock for the green one she had worn the night before . Presently she raised her eyes and saw him leaning out of the window . `` Have they told you that dinner is not till a quarter past eight ? '' she cried , looking deliciously upwards , with a dainty hand to her cheek . `` Lord Banstead sent a message to mother that he was unexpectedly detained , and mother has put back dinner . Is n't it impudence ? ''