seven o'clock
He looked jaded and tired . From want of sleep ? -- or merely from the daily fatigue of that long walk , foodless , to Whinthorpe for early Mass ? That morning , as usual , by seven o'clock she had seen him crossing the park . A cheerless rain was falling from a grey sky . But she had never yet known him stopped by weather . There was a quick association of ideas -- and she said abruptly : `` Why did Mr. Williams say all that to you last night , do you suppose ? ''