seven o'clock
She rattled on , until they came to the corner of Old Compton Street . Esther , who was a little tired of her , held out her hand . `` I suppose you must be getting back ; would you like a drop of something ? '' `` It is going on for seven o'clock ; but since you 're that kind I think I 'd like a glass of beer . '' `` Do you listen much to the betting talk here of an evening ? '' Sarah asked , as she was leaving . `` I do n't pay much attention , but I ca n't help hearing a good deal . ''