half past
seven
She pressed her hand upon her heaving bosom . No ; they were but traversing the hall , and the voices faded away up the wide staircase . Perhaps they had been in to desert , as in the old times , and were now going up to bed . She looked at her new watch -- half past seven . Her new watch . The old one had been changed away for it . All her trinkets had been likewise parted with , sold or exchanged away , lest they should be recognized at East Lynne .