seven o'clock
It 's good to be back . '' And we chatted in great contentment for the rest of the drive . There were several hours to spare before dinner . I made Charmion take a bath , and then go really and truly to bed , until seven o'clock , when I woke her and issued orders for her prettiest , most becoming frock , grey , of course , a mist of silver and cloudy gauze . When she came into the little sitting-room she looked fresh and radiant -- younger than I had ever beheld her . Looking at her , I was suddenly reminded of a line in one of dear Robert Louis Stevenson 's beautiful prayers -- `` Cleanse from our hearts the lurking grudge ! '' How can any immortal being , made in God 's own image , expect to be happy and healthful while he or she is cherishing bitter grudging feelings against a fellow-man ?