seven in the evening
All the days of the week are alike , from their beginning to their end . At seven in the evening one hears the clock strike gently , and then the instant tumult of the bell . I close the desk , wipe my pen , and put it down . I take my hat and muffler , after a glance at the mirror -- a glance which shows me the regular oval of my face , my glossy hair and fine mustache . -LRB- It is obvious that I am rather more than a workman . -RRB-