seven
o'clock
She did not even feel very ill , only weak , with a wiry throbbing of each separate nerve in her head . She had meant to use the quiet hours to decide what must be done next , but always , when she had tried to pin her mind to the question , it had escaped like a fluttering moth , and turned to self-pity , or to calling up pictures of the past which brought tears to her eyes . Now the time was upon her when realities must be faced . Before seven o'clock it was light , but neither she nor Knight were accustomed to early tea , and there was more than an hour to spare before they would be called by Parker . The girl sat up shivering , though the room , heated by steam , had not grown bitterly cold when the grate fire died . She looked , heavy-eyed , toward her husband 's closed door . They must talk things over , and make some plan .