Seven o'clock
The acrid smell of their pipes was incense in her nostrils . `` Rested ? '' `` What time is it ? '' `` Seven o'clock . Dinner time . Ham and eggs . '' She got up stiffly , and bathed her roughened face , and produced a powder pad -LRB- they carry them in the face of danger , death , and dissolution -RRB- and dusted it over her scaly nose .