seven o'clock
`` Yes , '' said Nasmyth , `` I think it was . Still , until this minute I had quite forgotten it . '' `` I certainly had n't , '' said Violet Hamilton . `` I do n't think I ever had breakfast at seven o'clock in my life until this morning . '' The fact had its significance to Nasmyth . It was one of the many little things that emphasized the difference between his life and hers , but he brushed it out of his mind , and they went back together down the waterside . Their progress was slow , for there was no trail at all , and while they laboriously plodded over the shingle , or crept in and out among the thickets , the wail of the breeze grew louder .