seven o’clock
`` The question is , how are we to get home ? '' `` Oh , it 's only a shower , '' said Josephs , looking up cheerfully at the unbroken curtain of cloud . `` It will clear up presently . '' `` It ai n't for a common man to set up his opinion again ' a gentleman wot have profesh ' nal knowledge of the heavens , as one may say , '' said the man , `` but I would ` umbly offer to bet my umbrellar to his wideawake that it do n't cease raining this side of seven o'clock . '' `` That man lives here , '' whispered Miss Wilson , `` and I suppose he wants to get rid of us . '' `` H 'm ! '' said Fairholme .