twenty minutes past ten
And no shadow fell upon their happiness to darken it or make it cold ... . He could feel his heart singing within him , and he asked himself why it was that he should feel happy in this street , in which Eleanor and he had walked in love together , when he had felt restless and unhappy in the flat where they had lived and loved . He stood under a lamp to look at his watch , and wondered where Eleanor was now ... what stage of her journey she had reached . The train had left Euston at half-past eight , and now the hour was twenty minutes past ten . Nearly two hours since she had gone away from him . Sixty or eighty miles , perhaps a hundred , separated them , and every moment the distance between them was lengthening . He could stand here , leaning against these rails and looking over the hollows of the Heath towards the softened glare of London , and almost tell off the miles that were consumed by the rushing , roaring train !