seven o’clock
The kissing-bunch of berried holly hung with bright and glittering things , spun slowly over Mrs. Morel 's head as she trimmed her little tarts in the kitchen . A great fire roared . There was a scent of cooked pastry . He was due at seven o'clock , but he would be late . The three children had gone to meet him . She was alone . But at a quarter to seven Morel came in again .