eleven o'clock
The only thorn in my flesh will be Essec Powell ; I do n't think I can ever get over my dislike to that man . '' `` Oh , nonsense , '' said his brother , `` let us all three go up there to-day , and take the bull by the horns , and make friends with him . '' And after breakfast , the Vicar , though with a bad grace , buttoned up his long black coat , and took his way , accompanied by his brother and his wife , up the steep path to Dinas . It was an early hour certainly , not yet eleven o'clock ; but `` calling '' was unknown at Abersethin , and it was not the unseasonableness of the hour which made Shoni stare as the three visitors entered the `` clos '' or farm-yard . `` Well , diwedd anwl ! '' he said , barely escaping an oath , `` here 's the ` Vicare du ' ! I know him by his coat tails , and his tallow face , and no doubt that is Lewis Wynne and his wife with him ; '' -LRB- for village gossip had already spread abroad the news of the arrivals at Brynderyn -RRB- .