the hour of seven
I would rather look upon your face cold in death , and know no one else could claim you , than see you smile lovingly upon a rival . There is no torture under heaven so bitter to endure as the pangs of a love unreturned ! '' she cried , fiercely . She threw open the window and leaned far out into the radiant starlight , as the great clock pealed the hour of seven . `` Rex has received my note , '' she said , `` with the one from his mother inclosed . Surely he will not refuse my request . He will come , if only through politeness ! ''