midday
She said I must not talk to her . She had thinking to do , and for this cause , I suppose , turning , took me down to Pine street . At St. Peter 's Church she stopped , and bade me wait without , adding , `` If I take you in I shall hear of it ; wait . '' There was a midday service at this time , it being Lent . I waited idly , thinking of my father , and , as I before said , vexed and sorry and ashamed by turns . Often now I pause before I enter this sacred edifice , and think of that hour of tribulation . I could hear the fine , full voice of the Rev. Dr. Duche as he intoned the Litany .