eleven o'clock
David 's cold had become worse . He had turned over necessary work to the negro man and stayed quietly in his room since the silent breakfast Two or three books chosen carelessly out of the trunk lay on his table before the fire : interest had gone out of them this day . With his face red and swollen , he was sitting beside this table with one hand loosely covering the forgotten books , his eyes turned to the window , but looking upon distant inward scenes . Sunday morning between ten and eleven o'clock ! the church-going hour of his Bible-student life . In imagination he could hear across these wide leagues of winter land the faint , faint peals of the church bells which were now ringing . He was back in the town again -- up at the college -- in his room at the dormitory ; and it was in the days before the times of his trouble .