seven o'clock
`` Of course , '' he reflected hopefully and inconsistently , `` Alexandra ai n't much like other women-folks . Maybe it wo n't make her sore . Maybe she 'd as soon be forty as not ! '' Emil came home at about half-past seven o'clock that evening . Old Ivar met him at the windmill and took his horse , and the young man went directly into the house . He called to his sister and she answered from her bedroom , behind the sitting-room , saying that she was lying down . Emil went to her door .