seven o'clock
Gloria , left to her own thoughts , began to regret having come . The thing , reviewed in solitude , was `` crazy . '' She grew vaguely distressed . She wanted to go back to San Francisco -- but there would be no boat now until full morning , three or four hours ; she could not get home before seven or half-past seven o'clock . She tried to recall a friend on this side of the bay to whom she could go at this time of night -- day , rather ! Her lips shaped to a half smile . `` I 've got the car . ''