one minute before two o'clock
If the bishop did not like his shoes , let the bishop dare to tell him so ! So he walked on through the thick of the mud , by no means picking his way . He walked fast , and he found himself in the close half an hour before the time named by the bishop . But on no account would he have rung the palace bell one minute before two o'clock . So he walked up and down under the towers of the cathedral , and cooled himself , and looked up at the pleasant plate-glass in the windows of the house of his friend the dean , and told himself how , in their college days , he and the dean had been quite equal , -- quite equal , except that by the voices of all qualified judges in the university , he , Mr. Crawley , had been acknowledged to be the riper scholar . And now the Mr. Arabin of those days was Dean of Barchester , -- travelling abroad luxuriously at this moment for his delight , while he , Crawley , was perpetual curate at Hogglestock , and had now walked into Barchester at the command of the bishop , because he was suspected of having stolen twenty pounds ! When he had fully imbued his mind with the injustice of all this , his time was up , and he walked boldly to the bishop 's gate , and boldly rang the bishop 's bell .