seven o'clock
He left at great speed . There was no sadness of farewell . There was no farewell . Returning at seven o'clock to his sitting-room at the inn , melancholy beneath a hungry and brooding day in the woods with the Rose tethered to a tree by the length of two handkerchiefs , he ordered supper -- milk , fish , and chops . Mrs. Pinner asked him if that would be all . She and ` usband were going to a chapel meeting ; the servant girl was out ; there would only be a young man in the bar . George took the news gratefully .