five o’clock
Mr Stuart and the deacons sat silently drinking in the music . At length the rector rose . `` I think perhaps we had better drop the matter under discussion for to-day , '' he said . `` We can meet here Monday evening at five o'clock if agreeable to you all , and finish the details . There are other and more important affairs waiting for me now . '' The deacons departed , and the young rector sank back in his chair , and gave himself up to the enjoyment of the sounds which flooded not only the room , but his brain , heart and soul . `` Queer , '' he said to himself as the door closed behind the human pillars of his church .