fifteen minutes to two
Fennel ! Cover the cream up , gaping laggard , or the flies will get into it ! '' And the whole house seemed resounding with his shouts . When it was ten or fifteen minutes to two the deacon would come in ; he was a lanky young man of twenty-two , with long hair , with no beard and a hardly perceptible moustache . Going into the drawing-room , he crossed himself before the ikon , smiled , and held out his hand to Von Koren . `` Good-morning , '' the zoologist said coldly . `` Where have you been ? ''