three o'clock
He would go and see the Bishop . The Bishop had come in from Carpledon for the Jubilee celebrations and was staying at the Deanery . Brandon spoke to him for a moment after Matins and asked him whether he might see him for half an hour in the afternoon on a matter of great urgency . The Bishop asked him to come at three o'clock . Seated in the Dean 's library , with its old-fashioned cosiness -- its book - shelves and the familiar books , the cases , between the high windows , of his precious butterflies -- Brandon felt , for the first time for many days , a certain calm descend upon him . The Bishop , looking very frail and small in the big arm-chair , received him with so warm an affection that he felt , in spite of his own age , like the old man 's son . `` My lord , '' he began with difficulty , moving his big limbs in his chair like a restless schoolboy , `` it is n't easy for me to come to-day .