five minutes
after seven
It was possible she was as desirous of some outdoors , of some clean air , some blue sky , as he was . Almost with the force of a decision he turned and walked back to the square and sat down . He looked at the clock . It said five minutes after seven . There was still an hour . He sat and deliberately waited . The time eventually passed , and before he had really gathered together his thoughts into orderly array she was meeting him at the door of her apartment , a little flushed , a little hurried , quite brisk and apparently eager to be at the business at hand .