a quarter to twelve
he demanded , pulling it off and flinging it on to the hall table . `` I wo n't wear it . I wo n't be bothered and interfered with ! '' He selected a walking-stick from the stand , but when Carrissima opened the door for him , returned to exchange it for an umbrella ; at last , setting forth at a quarter to twelve , walking rather slowly in the direction of his club . As he made his way along Piccadilly Colonel Faversham came almost to a standstill . Good heavens ! that must be Bridget coming towards him .