eleven o'clock
Crosbie 's way from Guestwick lay , by railway , to Barchester , the cathedral city lying in the next county , from whence he purposed to have himself conveyed over to Courcy . There had , in truth , been no cause for his very early departure , as he was aware that all arrivals at country houses should take place at some hour not much previous to dinner . He had been determined to be so soon upon the road by a feeling that it would be well for him to get over those last hours . Thus he found himself in Barchester at eleven o'clock , with nothing on his hands to do ; and , having nothing else to do , he went to church . There was a full service at the cathedral , and as the verger marshalled him up to one of the empty stalls , a little spare old man was beginning to chant the Litany . `` I did not mean to fall in for all this , '' said Crosbie , to himself , as he settled himself with his arms on the cushion . But the peculiar charm of that old man 's voice soon attracted him ; -- a voice that , though tremulous , was yet strong ; and he ceased to regret the saint whose honour and glory had occasioned the length of that day 's special service .