a quarter past eight
The costers and clerks set up a sort of a cheer when we came out , and one of them cried , ` God bless you , sir , ' to the doctor , but I was sorry they cheered . It seemed like kicking against the umpire 's decision . The Colonel and I got into a hansom together and we trotted off into Chancery Lane and turned into Holborn . Most of the shops were closed , and the streets looked empty , but there was a lighted clock-face over Mooney 's public house , and the hands stood at a quarter past eight . I did n't know where Holloway was , and was hoping they would have to take us through some decent streets to reach it ; but we did n't see a part of the city that meant anything to me , or that I would choose to travel through again . `` Neither of us talked , and I imagined that the people in the streets knew we were going to prison , and I kept my eyes on the enamel card on the back of the apron . I suppose I read , ` Two-wheeled hackney carriage : if hired and discharged within the four-mile limit , 1 _ s _ . '