seven o'clock
He had done his best , but was not going to carry on a trivial dispute with death . But though his spirit had given up the struggle , his body still fought on with its own blind will , a long , weary fight that seemed as if it would never end . Towards morning he became to all appearance unconscious . At seven o'clock the front-door bell rang ; there was a stir in the hall and the sound of Mrs. Rogers ' voice whispering . Then the door opened and closed softly . Audrey was standing there , a strange figure in the dim white room , wrapped in her bearskins , and glowing with life and the fresh morning air . At first she could distinguish nothing in the shaded light .