ten minutes past seven
Slightly offended dignity on Miss Sally 's part . `` I say , the ` bus is very late ; it 's striking seven . '' But just as St. Sennan ceases , and leaves the air clear for listening , Rosalind exclaims , `` Is n't that it ? '' And this time it is it , and by ten minutes past seven Fenwick is in the arms of his family , who congratulate him on a beautiful new suit of navy-blue serge , in which he looks very handsome . * * * * * Often now when she looks back to those days can Rosalind see before her the grave young face in the sundown , and hear the tale of Dr. Conrad 's materialism . And then she sees once more over the smooth purple sea of the day before the little boat sculled by Vereker , with Sally in the stern steering . And the white sails of the Grace Darling of St. Sennans , that had taken a large party out at sixpence each person three hours ago , and could n't get back by herself for want of wind , and had to be towed by a row-boat , whose oars sounded rhythmically across the mile of intervening water .