seven o'clock
Do you know I often pray , Livy , that I may not long so much to die ? God 's will , not mine , even in this . ' `` Oh , Aunt Madge , dear Aunt Madge , I can not spare you yet , '' murmured Olivia more than once that night , for it is hard for human affection to rid itself of selfishness . When Olivia brought Deb a cup of tea at seven o'clock , the good creature seemed quite shocked . `` To think I have slept all these hours , '' she said , in a dazed voice . `` Miss Olive , why did you not wake me long ago ? You are fit to drop , and what will Dr. Luttrell say ? ''