seven in the morning
Ever since then I have been going to Claridge 's and while my first king is dead there is one in his place who bids fair to live long , albeit no one shouts encouragement to him . He wears the most gorgeous buttons I 've ever seen , and I doubt if King Solomon himself could have been more regal . Certainly not Nebuchadnezzar . He works from seven in the morning until seven at night , and he has an imperial scorn for anything smaller than half a sovereign . There were many letters waiting there for me , but not one from the Countess Aline . I had encouraged the hope that she might write to me ; it was the least she could do in return for all that I had done for her , notwithstanding my wretched behaviour on the last day of our association . While I had undoubtedly offended in the most flagrant manner , still my act was not unpardonable .