Seven o'clock
In short , the pink dress went on , softened by some drapery of black lace . I was pronounced to be en grande tenue , and requested to look in the glass . I did so with some fear and trembling ; with more fear and trembling , I turned away . Seven o'clock struck ; Dr. Bretton was come ; my godmother and I went down . _ She _ was clad in brown velvet ; as I walked in her shadow , how I envied her those folds of grave , dark majesty ! Graham stood in the drawing-room doorway . `` I _ do _ hope he will not think I have been decking myself out to draw attention , '' was my uneasy aspiration .