ten past five
This chronometrical reflection recurred to him even more poignantly in the hour that he circumambulated the pond in Kensington Gardens . Had she forgotten -- had her husband locked her up ? What could have happened ? It seemed six hundred minutes , ere , at ten past five she came tripping daintily towards him . His brain had been reduced to insanely devising problems for his pupils -- if a man walks two strides of one and a half feet a second round a lake fifty acres in area , in how many turns will he overtake a lady who walks half as fast and is n't there ? -- but the moment her pink parasol loomed on the horizon , all his long misery vanished in an ineffable peace and uplifting . He hurried , bare-headed , to clasp her little gloved hand .