The hour of seven
with what ecstasy look into those eyes refulgent with love ? He would control himself , and be calm . He would rehearse , that he might not fail in the forms of an interview on which hung his destiny , almost his life . The hour of seven arrived . He heard the heavy foot of the jailer come tramp , tramp along the lobby . There was a softer step behind , as if the echo of the heavier tread . A stern voice and a softer one mingled their notes .