two o’clock
He was old and infirm , he wrote , and Gossip Death was waiting for him on the moor ; but before he went to join him he would like to see Susan 's boy again . I could come whenever I liked . A telegram from Euston before I started would be sufficient notice . I sent Stenson out with a telegram to say I was starting that very day by the two o'clock train , and I wrote a polite letter to my Aunt Jessica informing her of my regret at not being able to accept her kind invitation as I was summoned to Scotland for an indefinite period . My old friend 's ministry in the Free Kirk of Scotland is drawing to a close ; he has lived in this manse , a stone 's throw from his grave , for fifty years , and the approaching change of habitat will cost him nothing . He will still lie at the foot of his beloved hills , and the purple moorland will spread around him for all eternity , and the smell of the gorse and heather will fill his nostrils as he sleeps . He is a bit of a pagan , old McQuhatty , in spite of Calvin and the Shorter Catechism .