seven o'clock
The older the woman , the more eager she was often in her clutch at the vanishing romance of youth . Only -- it was part of the game , too , to avoid scandal . A fierce pride for Clayton 's name sent the color to her face . On the evening after Delight 's visit , she had promised to speak at a recruiting station far down-town in a crowded tenement district , and tired as she was , she took a bus and went down at seven o'clock . She was uneasy and nervous . She had not spoken in the evening before , and in all her sheltered life she had never seen the milling of a night crowd in a slum district . There was a wagon drawn up at the curb , and an earnest-eyed young clergyman was speaking .