twenty minutes past seven
`` In Africa . '' `` In Africa ! '' repeated Passepartout . `` Just think , monsieur , I had no idea that we should go farther than Paris ; and all that I saw of Paris was between twenty minutes past seven and twenty minutes before nine in the morning , between the Northern and the Lyons stations , through the windows of a car , and in a driving rain ! How I regret not having seen once more Pere la Chaise and the circus in the Champs Elysees ! '' `` You are in a great hurry , then ? '' `` I am not , but my master is .