Twenty minutes past eight
But already something bitter had begun to mingle itself with the fountain of sweets : already Arthur was uncomfortable . He took his arm from Hetty 's waist , and said , `` Here we are , almost at the end of the Grove . I wonder how late it is , '' he added , pulling out his watch . `` Twenty minutes past eight -- but my watch is too fast . However , I 'd better not go any further now . Trot along quickly with your little feet , and get home safely . Good-bye . ''