seven o'clock
Bébée felt bewildered ; she did not reason about it , but the idle , shallow , cynical tone pained her by its levity and its unlikeness to the sweet , still , gray summer evening . `` Why are you in such a hurry ? '' he pursued . `` The night is cool , and it is only seven o'clock . I will walk part of the way with you . '' `` I am in a hurry because I have Annémie 's patterns to do , '' said Bébée , glad that he spoke of a thing that she knew how to answer . `` You see , Annémie 's hand shakes and her eyes are dim , and she pricks the pattern all awry and never perceives it ; it would break her heart if one showed her so , but the Baës would not take them as they are ; they are of no use at all .