eleven o'clock
His next , that it must be very late and that he had put his hostess to unnecessary trouble . Then he turned over `` for just one more wink '' and slumbered on for another couple of hours . This time he had dreams in plenty ; and finally roused from one , of beautiful gardens peopled by harmless `` spooks , '' to a sound of sweet music . By his watch he saw that it was eleven o'clock and remembered that it was Sunday . Also , the music was that of a familiar hymn , played upon a fine piano , which was taken up and sung by a choir of mixed voices , from the childish treble of the two little lads to the stentorian bass of Samson , the mighty . Hastily dressing , Ninian slipped quietly down the stairs and entered the sunny parlor ; where Jessica motioned to a chair which had evidently been reserved for him , and softly approached him with an open hymn book . It was Mrs. Trent at the piano and her rich soprano voice faultlessly led her straggling chorus , filled for the most part by the men grouped outside on the wide porch .