Twenty minutes to eight
He turned his face and glanced at me . I fancied that his lips beneath the grey moustache smiled ; and instinctively I edged a little nearer to him . `` Please , sir , '' I said , after awhile , `` could you tell me the right time ? '' `` Twenty minutes to eight , '' he answered , looking at his watch . And his voice drew me towards him even more than had his beautiful strong face . I thanked him , and we fell back into silence . `` Where do you live ? ''