twenty minutes past seven
There was a great deal of , bowing in Otto 's world . Then , whisk ! it was dark , with only the moon face of the cathedral clock for company . And as it was now twenty minutes past seven , the two hands drooped until it looked like a face with a cruel mouth and was really very poor company . Oskar , having bowed himself into the corridor and past the two sentries , reported to a very great dignitary across the hall that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Ferdinand William Otto was in bed . And the dignitary had a chance to go away and get his dinner . But alone in his great bed , the Crown Prince was shedding a few shamefaced tears .