seven o'clock
But what was I to do ? I lay down with my face to the ground ; when one 's in trouble , it 's the only thing that helps -- something to press against and cling to that ca n't give way . I lay there for two hours , knowing all the time that I should play the coward . At seven o'clock I left the orchard and went towards the inn ; I had broken my word , but I felt happy ... . I should see her -- and , sir , nothing -- nothing seemed to matter beside that . Tor was in the garden snipping at his roses . He came up , and I could see that he could n't look me in the face .