7:30
As he rode down the slope to the river level into the town the sun was swinging , big and red , high above the horizon . His long ride had made him look wan and pale , but he ordered coffee and a biscuit , and was glad to find it helped him to look less wan and sorrowful . He dressed with great care , then sat down to wait . At 7:30 o'clock he sent a note to her : `` I have not forgotten . When do you breakfast ? '' She replied : `` Good-morning , dearest . Breakfast is ready ; come as soon as you can . ''