ten minutes to eight
M. Charnot hesitated . He was probably thinking of the blot of ink , and certainly of M. Mouillard 's visit . But he doubtless reflected that Jeanne knew nothing of the old lawyer 's proceedings , that we were far from Paris , that the opportunity was not to be lost ; and in the end his passion for numismatics conquered at once his resentment as a bookworm and his scruples as a father . `` There is a later train at ten minutes to eight , father , '' said Jeanne . `` Well , dear , do you care to try your luck again , and return to the assault of that Annia Faustina ? '' `` As you please , father . '' We left the inn together by the by-road down the hill .