ten minutes past seven
the day before yesterday I had money , and not to have thought of that ! I could so easily have bought a cap ! '' and he began cursing himself . Glancing casually in a shop , he saw it was ten minutes past seven . He had yet a long way to go , as he was making a circuit , not wishing to walk direct to the house . He kept off , as much as he was able , all thought of his mission , and on the way reflected upon possible improvements of the public grounds , upon the desirability of fountains , and why people lived where there were neither parks nor fountains , but only mud , lime , and bricks , emitting horrid exhalations and every conceivable foulness . This reminded him of his own walks about the Cyennaza , and he came to himself .