seven o'clock
-- You 'll want to have some dinner , wo n't you ? ' Vava added , turning to the man . ` I 'd be glad to see some friends I 've got down here , and they 'll look after me . Would seven o'clock suit you , young ladies ? ' Again Stella agreed ; but a feeling , which she could not define , that she was being managed somehow came over her . But she forgot it in the pleasure of the brisk walk by the sea , the visit to the aquarium , and , finally , listening to the band on the pier . ` Stella , I 've come to the conclusion that we are wrong about London people , ' announced Vava , as they sat in a sheltered corner listening to the music .