a quarter to ten
Wonder wot Mrs. B. and ` Earty ` ud say . There 's goin ' to be trouble , J. B. , and you 're a-goin ' to get yerself in an ` oly sort o ' mess . If it ` ad n't been for petticoats yer might a ' been Mayor of Fulham or Charlie Chaplin . '' At a quarter to ten Bindle left a merry group of intimates at the Scarlet Horse , and a few minutes later was waiting in the vestibule of the Pavilion , where he was joined by the lovers . `` I never knew Millikins was such a pretty gal , '' muttered Bindle , as they approached . Then aloud , `` Where 'd you two got to ? I been searchin ' everywhere . ''