His coffee was produced, by the special activity of Mr.Tope, a full hour before he wanted it.

Mr.
Crisparkle sat with his watch in his hand for about the same period, lest he should overstay his time.

The four young people were unanimous in believing that the Cathedral clock struck three-quarters, when it actually struck but one.

Miss Twinkleton estimated the distance to the omnibus at five-and-twenty minutes' walk, when it was really five.

The affectionate kindness of the whole circle hustled him into his greatcoat, and shoved him out into the moonlight, as if he were a fugitive traitor with whom they sympathised, and a troop of horse were at the back door.
Mr.Crisparkle and his new charge, who took him to the omnibus, were so fervent in their apprehensions of his catching cold, that they shut him up in it instantly and left him, with still half-an-hour to spare..