Ten minutes past seven
Now , between ourselves , all stewards , land agents , bailiffs -- whatever you choose to call 'em -- are the curse of our system , and Miles Chandon 's happens to be the worst specimen . '' `` H 'm , '' said Sir Elphinstone reflectively . `` Poor devil ! '' he added , a few moments later , and then -- Miss Sally giving him no encouragement to pursue the subject -- `` Ten minutes past seven -- the car will be waiting . What do you say to getting home for dinner ? '' `` If I may bring the Ham . '' Miss Sally laughed and pushed back her chair .