seven
in the evening
I asked , quietly , and looking straight into her eyes . Her words might mean and include a very great deal . `` Oh , how can I say ! When you feel restless and unable to work at seven in the evening , say from then till seven the next morning your time is your own -- balls , the Empire ; there are a thousand things -- all the pleasure , or at any rate the passing excitement that you can take in these ways , I crush into the excitement that there is in work -- in overwork . '' There was nothing in the actual words , but I felt the thoughts that underlay them , unexpressed . I resented the opinion she held of me . It was untrue , and I meant to remove it .