the Monday
at two o'clock
Thus it was that Lord St. George began to throw his oil upon the waters . It may be a doubt whether it should be ascribed to Mr. Fenwick as a weakness or a strength that , though he was very susceptible of anger , and though he could maintain his anger at glowing heat as long as fighting continued , it would all evaporate and leave him harmless as a dove at the first glimpse of an olive-branch . He knew this so well of himself , that it would sometimes be a regret to him in the culmination of his wrath that he would not be able to maintain it till the hour of his revenge should come . On receiving Lord St. George 's letter , he at once sat down and wrote to that nobleman , telling him that he would be happy to see him at lunch on the Monday at two o'clock . Then there came a rejoinder from Lord St. George , saying that he would be at the vicarage at the hour named . Mrs. Fenwick was of course there to entertain the nobleman , whom she had never seen before , and during the lunch very little was said about the chapel , and not a word was said about other causes of complaint . `` That is a terrible building , Mrs. Fenwick , '' Lord St. George had remarked .