seven o'clock
Mrs. Besborough Power blinked lazily . `` Dinner ? '' she said . `` No , no , auntie , not for another hour , it is only seven o'clock ; but do wake up and see who has come . '' But the sight of the strange girl had already recalled her aunt to her senses ; her beady black eyes were fixed upon her , and her high-bridged nose seemed to be aiding them in their inquiries , as she pressed her lips together , and sniffed in astonishment . `` Gwladys , '' she said , `` is it possible that I have invited anyone to dinner , and then forgotten it ? '' Gwladys had removed her sister 's hat , and as she stood now before Mrs. Power , in the full light of the lamp and the fire , that poor lady was smitten by the same bewilderment which had taken possession of William at the front door .