seven o'clock
It would brighten the next world for me until you come to join me . '' Mogley 's weaker will succumbed to hers . So , with his right hand around Mrs. Mogley 's wrist , turning his eyes now and then to the clock in the steeple which was visible through the narrow window , that he might know when to administer her medicine , he held his `` part '' in his left hand and refreshed his recollection of the lines . At seven o'clock , with a last pressure of her thin fingers , a kiss upon her cheek where a tear lay , he left her . He had thought she was asleep , but she murmured : `` May God help you to-night , Tom ! My thoughts will be at the theatre with you . Good-bye . ''