a quarter to 9
She got dressed quickly , and went down to the sitting room . Pulling up the blind she glanced quickly round the room . The ticket still lay where she had dropped it ; Cyril had evidently not been down . By a quarter to 9 he made his appearance . `` Now Helen hurry up with the tea ! '' he cried `` it is getting late . '' `` That 's no fault of mine '' replied Helen quietly `` time will fly you know . ''