a quarter past eight
Everything was hopeless and miserable . It was useless trying to be good ; and she supposed Honor would never help her again . Then her thoughts stumbled on the Kresneys . It must be nearly half-past six , and dinner was at a quarter past eight . But , as things now stood , their coming was impossible . She must send them a note to say Honor was not well ; for who could tell how this new , angry Honor might choose to behave if they arrived in spite of all ? The need for action roused her , and she went over to her davenport .