seven o'clock
`` If you can believe that bunch of pet cats is on the square you can believe anything , Athalie . '' Catharine , still very deeply offended , rose and went into the bedroom which she shared with Doris . Presently she called for somebody to assist her in dressing . Doris , being due at the theatre by seven o'clock , put on her rusty coat and hat , and , nodding to Athalie , walked out ; and the latter went away to aid Catharine . `` You _ do _ look pretty , '' she insisted after Catharine had powdered her face and neck and had wiped off her silky skin with the chamois rag . The girl gazed at her comely , regular features in the mirror , patted her hair , moistened her red lips , then turned her profile and gazed at it with the aid of a hand-glass . `` Who else is going ? ''