seven o'clock
She felt herself most bitterly deceived that she , who could have been his wife if ... if ... her thoughts broke off . Hurriedly , as though seeking to rid her mind of doubt , or rather , indeed , of fear , she tore off the tissue paper and seized the letters . And she read -- read them one after another . Long letters , short letters ; brief , hasty notes , like : `` To-morrow evening , darling , at seven o'clock ! '' or `` Dearest , just one kiss ere I go to sleep ! '' letters that covered many pages , written during the walking tours which he and his fellow students had taken in the summer ; letters written in the evening , in which he had felt constrained to impart to her his impressions of a concert immediately on returning home ; endless pages in which he unfolded his plans for the future ; how they would travel together through Spain and America , famous and happy ... she read them all , one after another , as though tortured by a quenchless thirst . She read from the very first , which had accompanied a few pieces of music , to the last , which was dated two and a half years later , and contained nothing more than a greeting from Salzburg .