a quarter to four
She stood staring at the omnibuses till the conductor of one that was nearly empty murmured invitingly in her ear , ` London Bridge ? ' It was the place to which she wanted to go . She nodded to the man , who opened his door and let her in . She was at the station at a quarter to four , and the train for Newhaven did not leave till seven -- a long dismal stretch of empty time to be lived through . But she could not improve her situation by going anywhere else . The station , with its dingy waiting-rooms and garish refreshment-room , was as good an hotel for her as any other . She was faint for want of food , having taken nothing since her apology for breakfast at seven o'clock .