Actual time has nothing to do with the clock." She looked up to the little gold-lacquered clock on the mantel-piece.
"See, it is going to strike," she said.

As she spoke, the little silver hammer softly struck.

"That is the clock-time, but what time is it really--for you, for instance ?" "In Elysium there is no time," he murmured with a gallantry so intentionally obvious and artificial that her pulses beat with anger.
"It is wonderful, then, how you managed the dinner-hour so exactly.

You did not miss it by a fraction." "It is only when you enter Elysium that there is no time.

It was eight o'clock when I arrived--by the world's time.