seven o'clock
Since then he had become a greater artist , and certainly more absent and irresponsible than ever . The chimes of noon rang out from many a spire , the wind grew higher and higher , dust flew into her eyes . She had a whole eternity before her , with which she did not know what to do . Why would n't he see her , then , until seven o'clock ? Unconsciously , she had reckoned on his spending the whole day with her . What was it that he had to do ? Had he , perhaps , to make his preparations for the concert ?