twelve o'clock
The third morning arrived ; the postman did not stop . This was Saturday , and in a feverish state of anxiety about her he sent off three brief lines stating that he was coming the following day , for he felt sure something had happened . His first and natural thought had been that she was ill from her immersion ; but it soon occurred to him that somebody would have written for her in such a case . Conjectures were put an end to by his arrival at the village school-house near Shaston on the bright morning of Sunday , between eleven and twelve o'clock , when the parish was as vacant as a desert , most of the inhabitants having gathered inside the church , whence their voices could occasionally be heard in unison . A little girl opened the door . `` Miss Bridehead is up-stairs , '' she said . `` And will you please walk up to her ? ''