seven o'clock
Susan 's last thought was that she had not taken the step YET , -- in so much , at least , she was different from the girls who moved upon blind and passionate impulses . She could withdraw even now . The morning broke like many another morning ; sunshine and fog battling out-of-doors , laziness and lack of system making it generally characteristic of a Sunday morning within . Susan went to Church at seven o'clock , because Mary Lou seemed to expect it of her , and because it seemed a good thing to do , and was loitering over her breakfast at half-past-eight , when Mrs. Lancaster came downstairs . `` Any plan for to-day , Sue ? '' asked her aunt . Susan jumped nervously .