about seven o'clock
Do , if you could manage it . I am glad to have you near me . '' When they parted for the night , Will asked his sister to meet him in the garden before breakfast , and Jane nodded assent . The garden was drenched in dew , and when about seven o'clock , the first sunbeam pierced the grey mantle of the east , every leaf flashed back the yellow light . Will was walking there alone , his eyes turned now and then to the white window of his mother 's room . Jane came forth with her rosy morning face , her expression graver than of wont . `` You are uneasy about mother , '' were her first words .