twenty minutes to eight
The cheap clock showed nearly half-past seven . She could not wait another moment , and also she reasoned if Mimo were sending her a telegram it would be to Park Lane . He knew she was coming up ; she would get it there on her return , so she scribbled a line to Count Sykypri , and told him she had been -- and why -- and that she must hear at once , and then she left and hurried back to her uncle 's house . And when she got there it was twenty minutes to eight . Her maid had been dreadfully worried , as she had given no orders as to what she would wear -- but Henriette , being a person of intelligence , had put out what she thought best , -- only she could not prevent her anxiety and impatience from causing her to go on to the landing , and hang over the stairs at every noise ; and Tristram , coming out of his room already dressed , found her there -- and asked her what she was doing . `` I wait for _ Miladi _ , _ Milor _ , she have not come in , '' Henriette said . `` And I so fear _ Miladi _ will be late . ''