Ten minutes past eight
A light was beginning to break upon her , together with a poignant realization of the fact that she was seeing more of the real college life than she cared for . `` What time is it ? '' she asked anxiously . `` Ten minutes past eight by my watch , but I think it 's a little slow , '' said Bonnie . `` I am afraid you 're going to be late for your lecture , '' said Priscilla . `` It seems a pity to waste it . Suppose you tell it to us instead . ''