a quarter to seven
Elsa gazed at the hotel-veranda in bewilderment . Slowly she got out of the rickshaw and paid the fare . She had not the slightest recollection of having seen the gardens . More than this , it was a quarter to seven . She had been gone exactly an hour . `` Perhaps , after all , '' she thought , `` I am hopeless . They may be right ; I ought to have a guardian .