a quarter to
eight in the morning
Her beloved father , so utterly simple in his demeanour , yet with his strong , dark soul fixed like a root in unexpressed depths that fascinated and terrified her : her mother , so strangely free of all money and convention and fear , entirely indifferent to the world , standing by herself , without connection : her grandmother , who had come from so far and was centred in so wide an horizon : people must come up to these standards before they could be Ursula 's people . So even as a girl of twelve she was glad to burst the narrow boundary of Cossethay , where only limited people lived . Outside , was all vastness , and a throng of real , proud people whom she would love . Going to school by train , she must leave home at a quarter to eight in the morning , and she did not arrive again till half-past five at evening . Of this she was glad , for the house was small and overful . It was a storm of movement , whence there had been no escape . She hated so much being in charge .