twenty-five minutes past ten
She suffocated under them . For a moment she beat with hysteria , feeling , as most of us feel when sick on a hot summer night , as if she must certainly go crazed , smothered under the grey , woolly blanket of heat . Siegmund was late . It was already twenty-five minutes past ten . She went towards the booking-office . At that moment Siegmund came on to the platform . ` Here I am ! '