about twenty to eight
Mikhalovsky shook his head . `` Anyhow I wo n't let it pass so easily . I 'll try to know , and I 'll try to clear it out ... '' I left him with his head down on his hands , in an agony of sorrow for Misha , and in an agony of fears for his own sake . At about twenty to eight I entered the restaurant , having decided to keep silent , to give no chance to the man to understand me not only by questions , but even by the association of ideas : I decided to be like stone . He was talking to a chap in the hall , a tall , pimply young man of twenty-five , in the French style of blue khaki and with aviation insignia on his sleeve . Frank left his friend and we both went to the dining room . When we were through with our soup , Frank said : `` I have touched today upon the case of the Baroness .