the hour of
seven
She ought to be back by this time . When she does come I shall scold her . '' One , two hours passed . The clock on the mantle slowly chimed the hour of seven . Still the girl had not returned . Rosamond Lee was in a towering rage . She had sent for her own maid to help her dress , and she was obliged to wear a dress which was not near so becoming to her as the blue cashmere which she felt sure would fascinate handsome Hubert Varrick .