twenty minutes to two
Now and again Boche , or Madame Fauconnier , or Bibi-the-Smoker left the others and went to the edge of the pavement , looking up at the sky . The storm was not passing over at all ; a darkness was coming on and puffs of wind , sweeping along the ground , raised little clouds of white dust . At the first clap of thunder , Mademoiselle Remanjou made the sign of the cross . All the glances were anxiously directed to the clock over the looking-glass ; it was twenty minutes to two . `` Here it goes ! '' cried Coupeau . `` It 's the angels who 're weeping . ''