7:30
The doctor took the girl 's hand . `` I see you in clear weather , '' he said . `` You do n't -- you do n't think as he 'll -- as I 'll -- '' stammered Cuckoo , glancing awkwardly towards the lighted doorway of the little sitting-room , and then at the doctor . The church clock striking 7:30 pointed the application of the hesitating murmur . It was unconventionally late for an afternoon call . `` It 'll be all right , you know that ? '' said the lady of the feathers .