seven in the evening
Sitting at a table and just putting words on paper . If it was beds he had to drag around now , or a dozen hungry , clamoring men to feed all at once , and all with the best cuts , or stairs to run up fifty times a day , or -- but I need not fill out her thought . It made her voluble in the kitchen and secured him the privacy which his incognito demanded . His supper over , he waited feverishly for the coach , which ordinarily was due at seven in the evening . To-night it bade fair to be late , owing to the bad condition of the roads and the early darkness . The wind had gone down , but it still rained . Not quite so tempestuously as when he roamed the cemetery , but steadily enough to keep eaves and branches dripping .