seven o'clock
A vividness had flashed again into her grey life , and she was trying to quench it . She had heroically , though as an afterthought , flung an extinguishing douche of water at it ; but now that she had done so she was melting into unheroic self-pity . `` I want to go to bed , '' she said shakily , and did so , feeling for her pocket-handkerchief as she crossed the room . At a quarter to seven the next evening Peter looked for Rhoda , thinking it well that they should be out of the house by seven o'clock , but could n't find her , till Miss Clegson said she had met her `` going into church '' as she herself came out . Peter went to the church to find her . Rhoda did n't as a rule frequent churches , not believing in the creeds they taught ; but even to the unbelieving a church is often a refuge . Peter , coming into the great dim place out of the wet fog , found it again , as he had long since known it to be , a refuge from fogs and other ills of living .