seven o'clock
She bit her lip and her voice was unsteady as she said : `` Oh , no , Harvey . I 'll be up . '' There was a certain meekness in her tone which would probably have delighted me had I been what is usually called `` masterful . '' When I came down at seven o'clock after an unquiet night , Carlotta was lying in wait for me , took me into the parlor and shut the door . `` What do you mean ? '' she demanded , facing me with something of her wonted imperiousness . `` Mean ? ''