about seven at night
` We were no worse off under Howe , ' she says ; ` Mr. Arnold has no sense and no judgment . ' It is true , I fear . Mrs. Peniston , half froze , went along in our old sleigh . We drove up to the stone steps of Cliveden about seven at night -- a fine moonlight , so that the stone vases on the roof , crowned with their carved pineapples , stood out against the sky . The windows were all aglow , and neither doors nor shutters were as yet fully repaired . `` We had a warm welcome , and stood about the ample fires while the ladies went merrily upstairs to leave their cloaks . I looked about me curiously , for there were dozens of bullet-marks on the plaster and the woodwork .