seven o'clock
What a strange tangle the world was ! What was happening to her ? And why was that curious living thing within so satisfied , so happy , so sure of itself ? It was between six and seven o'clock when Agnes , neatly and tidily dressed , came downstairs , accompanied by Irene , who led her straight into the drawing room . `` This is Agnes Frost , mothery , '' said Irene ; `` and you are on no account to tire her . She is better now . Are you not , Agnes ? ''