seven o'clock
` Ere 's ` is writing-table ; I 'll just make room for you , sir -- '' He stopped her . `` It does n't matter . If he 's to be at the Carlton I 'll probably look him up myself . '' `` Dining early , he said , sir -- seven o'clock . '' `` Yes -- thank you . '' A folded , grey-tinted letter lay half hidden in the general melee . It had a bold , irrepressible look , as though it were aware of having blown the room to smithereens and was rather amused .