seven in the morning
The moment was a bitter and terrible one . Memories of past years swept over him -- half-forgotten incidents of his boyhood when his father was his only friend and he walked with his hand in his -- memories of his father 's love for him , his hopes , his aims , his ambitions , and all the vast ado of his poor delusive dreams . And then came thoughts of the broken old man dying alone , and of himself in his prison cell . It had been a strangely familiar thought to him of late that if he left London at seven in the morning he could speak to his father at seven the same night . And now his father was gone , the last opportunity was lost , and he could speak to him no more . But he tried to conquer the call of blood which he had put aside so long , and to set over against it the claims of his exalted mission and the spirit of the teaching of Christ . What had Christ said ?