seven o'clock
`` But I know what you mean , and I am glad you think so highly of Myra . She is a dear ! Only do make haste and paint her and get her off your mind , so as to be free for Pauline Lister . '' The sun-dial pointed to seven o'clock . The rooks had circled round the elms and dropped contentedly into their nests . `` Let us go in , '' said Jane , rising . `` I am glad we have had this talk , '' she added , as he walked beside her across the lawn .