seven o’clock
Surely , love , you can have no secrets from me ! -- But we shall meet to-night , and then you will tell me everything -LRB- will you not ? -RRB- without reserve . Farewell , dearest , till seven o'clock . '' Mat slowly read the second paragraph of this letter twice over , abstractedly twisting about his great bristly whiskers between his finger and thumb . There was evidently something in the few lines which he was thus poring over , that half saddened , half perplexed him . Whatever the difficulty was , he gave it up , and went on doggedly to the next letter , which was an exception to the rest of the collection , for it had a postmark on it .