eleven o'clock
The conversation was not renewed again between them , but when Walden parted from his friend , he had the satisfaction of knowing that he left him in a brighter , more hopeful and healthful condition , cheered , soothed and invigorated by the exchange of that mutual confidence and close sympathy which had linked their two lives together in boyhood , and which held them still subtly and tenderly responsive to each other 's most intimate emotions as men . Arriving home at his own domain late on the Saturday night , Walden had no opportunity to learn anything of the incidents which had occurred during his brief absence . Letters were waiting for him , but he opened none , and shut himself up in his study at once to prepare his next day 's sermon . He wrote on far into the night , long after all the servants of his household had retired to rest , and overslept himself the next morning in consequence , therefore his preparation for the eleven o'clock service were necessarily somewhat hurried , and he had not time to say more than a cheery ` Good-morning ' even to Bainton , whom he passed on his way into the church , or to Adam Frost , though he fancied that both , men looked at him somewhat curiously , as with an air of mingled doubt and enquiry . Once within the sacred building he was conscious of an exceptionally crowded congregation . None that he could see were missing from their usual places . Maryllia certainly was not there , -- but as she was admittedly not a church-goer , he did not expect her to be present .