seven in the morning
He really did not know what to do with it . She seemed to feel this half-heartedness , soon letting it go . All the way home in the cab she was silent . With that same abstraction she ate her sandwiches and drank her lemonade ; took Sylvia 's kiss , and , quite a woman of the world once more , begged that they would not get up to see her off -- for she was to go at seven in the morning , to catch the Irish mail . Then , holding out her hand to Lennan , she very gravely said : `` Thanks most awfully for taking me to-night . Good-bye ! '' He stayed full half an hour at the window , smoking .