twenty minutes past three
You could n't see the road , and I doubt if one of them plaguey things would stir in this storm . '' `` Such nonsense as you talk , Richard Budden ! '' his wife exclaimed sharply . `` It 's twenty minutes past three of the clock , and there 's light coming on us fast . If so be as the young gentleman knows folks round about here , or happens to live nigh , why should n't he take one of them motor-cars and get away to some decent place ? It 'll be better for the poor gentleman than lying here in a house smitten by the Lord . '' Gerald rose stiffly to his feet .