twenty minutes past nine
-- that 's the trap , certainly . '' And he stood leaning with his back against the mantel-piece , and his coat-laps hanging over his arm , waiting for and yet fearing , the moment of the doctor 's return . It seemed an age since he went . Barry looked at his watch almost every minute ; it was twenty minutes past nine , five-and-twenty -- thirty -- forty -- three quarters of an hour -- `` By Heaven ! '' said he , `` the man is not coming ! he is going to desert me -- and I shall be ruined ! Why the deuce did n't I speak out when the man was here ! ''