five minutes past twelve
Her eyes still gazed into the fire . `` Yes , '' said I. `` If Jill were here , Adam , would you kiss her good night ? '' The next morning , with the help of the high collar and a little strategy , my companion 's incognito was preserved , and by half-past eleven we had breakfasted and were once more in the car . It was another brilliant day , and at five minutes past twelve we ran into Steeple Abbas . Eve was sitting in front by my side this time . As we turned into the main street , I slowed down . Outside ` The Three Bulls ' stood the limousine , weather-beaten a little and its nickel work dull , but seemingly all right .