nine o'clock
Easter Sunday broke in a royal mood of sunshine . There was not a breath of wind ; the sea was like a sea of sapphire sprinked with incalculable diamonds ; the boats lay lazily swinging on the tide-top ; the undercliff was in its Easter green and white . The lark set the bride-song going , and so woke up the thrush , and the thrush called to the blackbird , and the woods soon rang with music . The ceremony was to be in the St. Clair chapel , and at nine o'clock Tris came in the yacht 's boat for his bride and her parents . The boat had been freshly painted white . The four sailors who were to row her were in snow-white duck and blue caps and kerchiefs . Tris had on his best uniform -- blue broadcloth and gilt buttons .