seven o’clock
Sydney listened in silent dismay . He seemed to be merely amused ; he treated their common misfortune as lightly as if it had been a joke . `` There 's nothing so very terrible in our situation , '' he reminded her . `` The servants ' offices will be opened between six and seven o'clock ; the weather is perfect ; and the summer-house in the French Garden has one easy-chair in it , to my certain knowledge , in which you may rest and sleep . I 'm sure you must be tired -- let me take you there . '' She drew back , and looked up at the house . `` Ca n't we make them hear us ? ''