twenty minutes to two
Resentfully I watched the procedure , endeavouring to console myself with the reflection that in a few hours Nature would assuredly administer to the backslider a more terrible and appropriate correction than any that I could devise . Would Jonah never come ? I stole a glance at the clock . Five and twenty minutes to two . And when he did come , what then ? Were he and Harry to blunder into the slough waist-high , as we had done ? Impossible .