Three minutes past seven
While Pietro was shaving him he parcelled out the hours . `` What time is it , Pietro ? '' he asked . `` Three minutes past seven , your eminence . '' `` Good , '' said the cardinal ; `` at half-past I make my mass ; at eight , I take my coffee ; from eight to ten , my poor -- by the way , Pietro , is there any money in the house ? '' `` Yes , your eminence , '' said Pietro ; `` there are eight hundred lire in your desk . '' `` Take fifty of them to Signor Testolini , in the Piazza , with my thanks , '' said the cardinal , `` and put the rest in my purse .