about a quarter to twelve
Naturally enough , on trying to keep awake I dropped asleep before many minutes were over . In the morning I again climbed up to the statues , without , to my surprise , being depressed with the idea that George would again fail to meet me . On the contrary , without rhyme or reason , I had a strong presentiment that he would come . And sure enough , as soon as I caught sight of the statues , which I did about a quarter to twelve , I saw a youth coming towards me , with a quick step , and a beaming face that had only to be seen to be fallen in love with . `` You are my brother , '' said he to me . `` Is my father with you ? '' I pointed to the crape on my arm , and to the ground , but said nothing .