a quarter to seven
Leslie 's partner , wandering into the hotel at six o'clock , found from the disordered condition of the room that Leslie had been back , had apparently bathed , shaved and made a careful toilet , and gone out again . Joe found himself unexpectedly at a loose end . Filled with suppressed indignation he commenced to dress , getting out a shirt , hunting his evening studs , and lining up what he meant to say to Leslie over his defection . Then , at a quarter to seven , Leslie came in , top-hatted and morning-coated , with a yellowing gardenia in his buttonhole and his shoes covered with dust . `` Hello , Les , '' Joe said , glancing up from a laborious struggle with a stud . `` Been to a wedding ? '' `` Why ? ''