seven o'clock
in the evening
She had not been in bed . Her hat and cloak were gone . I have had search made for her everywhere -- in the house and garden , in the park , and -- in the water . No one has seen her since Martha went up to light her fire at seven o'clock in the evening . ' While Mr. Gilfil was speaking , Sir Christopher 's eyes , which were eagerly turned on him , recovered some of their old keenness , and some sudden painful emotion , as at a new thought , flitted rapidly across his already agitated face , like the shadow of a dark cloud over the waves . When the pause came , he laid his hand on Mr. Gilfil 's arm , and said in a lower voice , -- ` Maynard , did that poor thing love Anthony ? ' ` She did . '