twenty minutes
past eight
`` Take good care of it , for there are twenty thousand pounds in it . '' Passepartout nearly dropped the bag , as if the twenty thousand pounds were in gold , and weighed him down . Master and man then descended , the street-door was double-locked , and at the end of Saville Row they took a cab and drove rapidly to Charing Cross . The cab stopped before the railway station at twenty minutes past eight . Passepartout jumped off the box and followed his master , who , after paying the cabman , was about to enter the station , when a poor beggar-woman , with a child in her arms , her naked feet smeared with mud , her head covered with a wretched bonnet , from which hung a tattered feather , and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl , approached , and mournfully asked for alms . Mr. Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won at whist , and handed them to the beggar , saying , `` Here , my good woman . I 'm glad that I met you ; '' and passed on .