thirty-five minutes past eight
The reader will remember that at five minutes past eight in the evening -- about five and twenty hours after the arrival of the travellers in London -- Passepartout had been sent by his master to engage the services of the Reverend Samuel Wilson in a certain marriage ceremony , which was to take place the next day . Passepartout went on his errand enchanted . He soon reached the clergyman 's house , but found him not at home . Passepartout waited a good twenty minutes , and when he left the reverend gentleman , it was thirty-five minutes past eight . But in what a state he was ! With his hair in disorder , and without his hat , he ran along the street as never man was seen to run before , overturning passers-by , rushing over the sidewalk like a waterspout . In three minutes he was in Saville Row again , and staggered back into Mr. Fogg 's room .