seven o'clock
But the dream had seemed as real as any waking experience . But then , again , dreams often do seem so ! She would think no more of it , except to repent having been so unjust to Lord Arondelle , even though it was but in an involuntary dream . It was as yet very early in the morning -- not seven o'clock . Her serenaders had waked her betimes , and the country people had clearly determined to lose not one hour of that festive day . But Miss Levison was still shivering in the mild June morning . She thought she would ask for a cup of coffee to warm her .