Thursday evening,
twenty-five minutes past seven
` It can be , Scythrop ; it will be : I promise you it will be . Have but a little patience -- but a week 's patience ; and it shall be . ' ` A week , sir , is an age : but , to oblige you , as a last act of filial duty , I will live another week . It is now Thursday evening , twenty-five minutes past seven . At this hour and minute , on Thursday next , love and fate shall smile on me , or I will drink my last pint of port in this world . ' Mr Glowry ordered his travelling chariot , and departed from the abbey . * * * * *