a quarter to seven
`` Shall you be able to come ? '' she asked . `` What time ? '' `` He said about half-past six , or a quarter to seven . '' `` I ca n't , '' said Janet dreamily , `` because of that Musical Society meeting -- you know -- I told you , did n't I ? '' In the faint light of the dying fire , Hilda made out little by little the mysterious , pale heaps of clothes , and all the details of the room strewn and disordered by reason of an additional occupant . The adventure was now of infinite complexity , and its complexity seemed to be symbolized by the suggestive feminine mysteriousness of what she saw and what she divined in the darkness of the chamber .