seven o'clock
Windomshire moved about in solitude , gnashing his teeth , while Derby unceremoniously whisked the dazed Anne off for pleasant walks or held her at bay in some secluded corner of the parlours . By dinner-time , encouraged by Joe 's wild but cautious applause , he had driven Windomshire almost to distraction . A thing he did not know , however , -- else his pride might have cringed perceptibly , -- was that Anne Courtenay was growing to hate him as no one was ever hated before . `` Well , '' he said to the nervous Mr. Dauntless at seven o'clock that evening , having arrived at what he called the conclusion of his day 's work , `` I think I 've done all that was expected , have n't I ? '' `` You 've got him crazy , old boy . Look at him ! It 's the first minute he 's had since half-past two .