thirty-five minutes past two
He scribbled a line on the table , and said as he rose : `` It is thirty-five minutes past two . You would perhaps find the doctor at home now . '' She had risen at the same time , and as she looked at the clock a fierce thrill swept through her frame . In truth it was already thirty-five minutes past two , and the hands were still creeping on . She stammered out that the doctor must have started on his round of visits . Her eyes were riveted on the dial . Meantime , Monsieur Rambaud remained standing hat in hand , and beginning his story once more .