About ten o'clock
To complete the plan , the remaining gap must be closed by a hall similar in style to the one already built . He might picture himself standing in the midst of this beautiful creation of the imagination , taking in its architectural glories one by one , until his eye paused at the eastern gateway to note the distant landscape which it framed . And then , if he were in sympathy with the ideals of which this building was the outward expression , he would wake from his constructive reverie to realise sadly for the first time , not the beauty , but the incompleteness , of the institution ; not its proximity to the city beyond , but its air of aloofness from the community in which it stood . About ten o'clock of the morning in which this story begins , a stranger , not quite such an one as we have imagined , left the car at the foot of the long hill and turned his face for the first time towards St. George 's Hall . As he passed up the shaded street along the northern side of the campus , his keen , blue-grey eyes swept eagerly the crest on which stood the institution that was destined to be the scene of his professional labours for at least a year , perhaps for many years , it might be , for life . Even a casual glance at the tall , loosely hung figure of the young man , at his clean-cut features and firm mouth , at the nervous , capable hand that grasped his walking-stick as if it were a weapon , would reveal the type claimed by America as peculiarly her own . It was evident that he possessed energy and endurance , if not the power of the athlete .