seven o'clock
Pains in the head -- or what ? '' `` Oh , he 's seemed thoroughly out of sorts , '' she answered after some slight hesitation , which struck me as peculiar . She was greatly agitated regarding his illness , yet she could not describe one single symptom clearly . The only direct statement she made was that her father had certainly not been drinking on the previous night , for he had remained indoors ever since he came home from the works , as usual , at seven o'clock . As she led me along the Marylebone Road , in the same direction as that I had just traversed -- which somewhat astonished me -- I glanced surreptitiously at her , just at the moment when we were approaching a street lamp , and saw to my surprise that she was a sad-faced girl whose features were familiar . I recognised her in a moment as the girl who had been my fellow passenger from Brighton on that Sunday night . Her hair , however , was dishevelled , as though she had turned out from her bed in too great alarm to think of tidying it .