seven o'clock
Silvia grew pale . She had not expected to go before the spring , and now all was arranged without a word being said to her , and she was to go without saying good-bye to any one . Matteo 's sharp eyes were watching her . `` You will be ready to start at seven o'clock , '' he said ; `` I must be back to-morrow night . '' `` Yes , Matteo , '' she faltered , hesitated a moment , then ventured to add , `` I did not expect to go to soon . '' `` And what of that ? '' he demanded roughly .