seven o'clock
There was no late dinner at Somerville Villa . Indeed , ladies , left to themselves , seldom dine late . Nature is strong in them , and they are hungriest when the sun is high . At seven o'clock Zoe Vizard was seated at her desk trying to write to Lord Uxmoor . She sighed , she moaned , she began , and dropped the pen and hid her face . She became almost wild ; and in that state she at last dashed off what follows : `` DEAR LORD UXMOOR -- For pity 's sake , forgive the mad words I said to you today . It is impossible .