Five
past four
Two lean fellows , rather alike , with lined faces and bitten , drooped moustaches , were the next to come through the yard gate . They halted behind Gaunt , touching their forelocks , shuffling a little , and looking sidelong at each other . And Malloring waited . Five past four ! Ten past ! Then he said : `` D'you mind telling the others that I 'm here ? '' Gaunt answered : `` If so be as you was waitin ' for the meetin ' , I fancy as ` ow you 've got it , Sir Gerald ! ''