seven o'clock
`` If you wish it , '' he answered . `` I leave it entirely to you . Thank you -- and good morning . '' Having advanced a few steps on his way to the cottage , he paused , and reminded me of the tea-drinking : `` Do n't forget to-morrow evening , at seven o'clock . '' The breakfast hour had not yet arrived when I got home . I went into the garden to refresh my eyes -- a little weary of the solemn uniformity of color in Fordwitch Wood -- by looking at the flowers . Reaching the terrace , in the first place , I heard below me a man 's voice , speaking in tones of angry authority , and using language which expressed an intention of turning somebody out of the garden .