six o'clock
Auld Deacon Galbraith , who lives just beyond Rutherglen Bridge , sent me word this afternoon that he had gotten a summons from his Lord , and he would like to see my face ance mair before he went awa for ever . He has been my right hand in the kirk , and I loved him weel . Sae I went to bid him a short Gude-by -- for we 'll meet again in a few years at the maist -- and I found him sae glad and solemnly happy within sight o ' the heavenly shore , that I tarried wi ' him a few hours , and we ate and drank his last sacrament together . He dropped my hand wi ' a smile at half-past six o'clock , and after comforting his wife and children a bit I turned my face hameward . But I was in that mood that I didna care to sit i ' a crowded omnibus , and I wanted to be moving wi ' my thoughts . The falling snow and the deserted Green seemed good to me , and I walked on thinking o'er again the deacon 's last utterances , for they were wise and good even beyond the man 's nature . That is how I came across Robert Leslie .