Seven o'clock
They are drawing a relaxation from each other 's presence , a new serenity ; Maury Noble behind that fine and absurdly catlike face is all but purring . And Anthony , nervous as a will-o ' - the-wisp , restless -- he is at rest now . They are engaged in one of those easy short-speech conversations that only men under thirty or men under great stress indulge in . ANTHONY : Seven o'clock . Where 's the Caramel ? _ -LRB- Impatiently . -RRB- _ I wish he 'd finish that interminable novel .