seven o'clock
A clock down-stairs struck two . Rose remembered that late watching involved pale cheeks and dull eyes , and got up , said her prayers with sleepy devotion , and went to bed . The sunlight of another bright March day flooded her room when she awoke from a troubled dream of Mr. Richards . It was only seven o'clock , but she arose , dressed rapidly , and , before eight , opened the dining-room door . Early as the hour was , the apartment was occupied . Grace sat at one of the windows , braiding elaborately an apron , and Captain Danton stood beside her , looking on . Grace glanced up , her colour heightening at Rose 's entrance .