It's after seven.

Oh, Mr.Blakely, is that you ?" "Good-evening," he said.

"I fear I must be keeping an engagement.
Good-night.

Good-night, Miss Schofield." "Good-night." "Well, good-night," Penrod called, staring after him.

But Mr.Blakely was already too far away to hear him, and a moment later Penrod followed his mother and sister into the house.
"I let Della go to church," Mrs.Schofield said to Margaret.