five past eight
Clang -- clang -- clang ! The lidless Eye of God looked down , and Miss Hatchett supposing it to be the sun crossed over to the other side of the porch . Clang -- clang -- clang -- clang -- clang -- clang -- clang -- clang ... `` Has n't Dorward come in yet ? It 's five past eight already . Go on ringing for a little while . I 'll go and see how long he 'll be . '' Mark in the absorption of ringing the bell had not noticed the Vicar 's approach , and he was gone again before he remembered that he wanted to borrow a cassock and a cotta .