five minutes past eight
Mr. Fogg still held Aouda 's hand in his own ; Passepartout understood , and his big , round face became as radiant as the tropical sun at its zenith . Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify the Reverend Samuel Wilson , of Marylebone parish , that evening . Passepartout smiled his most genial smile , and said , `` Never too late . '' It was five minutes past eight . `` Will it be for to-morrow , Monday ? '' `` For to-morrow , Monday , '' said Mr. Fogg , turning to Aouda . `` Yes ; for to-morrow , Monday , '' she replied .