nine o'clock
His forehead was so bald as to give his face a look of strong character , which a dark beard rather helped to increase . He was a popular fellow , known as George by whole gangs of the roughest miners in Nevada , where he had worked for years as a practical geologist , and it would have been hard to find in America , Europe , or Asia , a city in which some one would not have smiled at the mention of his name , and asked where George was going to turn up next . He kept his word that evening with his friend Hazard . At nine o'clock he was at the house , next door to St. John 's church , where the new clergyman was trying to feel himself at home . In a large library , with book-cases to the ceiling , and books lying in piles on the floor ; with pictures , engravings and etchings leaning against the books and the walls , and every sort of literary encumbrance scattered in the way of heedless feet ; in the midst of confusion confounded , Mr. Hazard was stretched on a sofa trying to read , but worn out by fatigue and excitement . Though his chaos had not settled into order , it was easy to read his character from his surroundings . The books were not all divinity .