seven o’clock
Miss Braithwaite had been crying her head off , and on seeing him had fallen in a faint . Not that he thought it was a real faint . He had unmistakably seen her eyelids quiver . And when she came to she had ordered him no supper , and four pages of German translation , and to go to bed at seven o'clock instead of seven-thirty for a week . All the time crying , too . And then she had sent him to his grandfather , and taken aromatic ammonia . His grandfather said nothing , but looked at him .