eighteen minutes past five
But , after all , Lupin , confess that this advice , dribbled out by a kitchen-maid , does n't help you much ! '' Lupin rose , without breaking his contemptuous silence , and took the sheet of paper . I remembered soon after that , at this moment , I happened to look at the clock . It was eighteen minutes past five . Lupin was standing with the paper in his hand ; and I was able at my ease to watch , on his youthful features , that extraordinary mobility of expression which baffles all observers and constitutes his great strength and his chief safeguard . By what signs can one hope to identify a face which changes at pleasure , even without the help of make-up , and whose every transient expression seems to be the final , definite expression ? ... By what signs ?