seven
o'clock
`` I 'll shaw you dark hovers , wheer braave feesh be lying yet , '' promised Will ; and the angler thanked him , foretelling a great friendship . Yet his eyes rarely roamed from Phoebe , and anon , as all three proceeded , John Grimbal stopped at the gate of Monks Barton and held the girl in conversation awhile . But first he despatched Will homewards with a message for his mother . `` Let Mrs. Blanchard know we 'll feed at seven o'clock off the best that she can get , '' he said ; `` and tell her not to bother about the liquor . I 'll see to that myself . '' Monks Barton , or Barton Monachorum , as the farm was called in a Tudor perambulation of Chagford , owed its name to traditions that holy men aforetime dwelt there , performed saintly deeds , and blessed a spring in the adjacent woods , whose waters from that date ever proved a magical medicament for `` striking '' of sore eyes . That the lands of the valley had once been in monastic possession was , however , probable enough ; and some portions of the old farm did in truth rise upon the ruins of a still more ancient habitation long vanished .