eight o'clock
Erica knew that he was in the well-known house on the opposite side of the square , and through the trees in the garden , they could see each the other 's place of residence . It was a sort of nineteenth-century version of the Rhine legend , in which the knight of Rolandseek looked down upon Nomenwerth where his lady love was immured in a convent . She had rather dreaded the first meeting , but , when it came , she felt nothing of what she had feared . She was in the habit of going on Sunday morning to the eight o'clock service at the church in the square . It was nearer than Charles Osmond 's church , and the hour interfered less with household arrangements . Just at the corner of the square on the morning of Trinity Sunday , she met Brian . Her heart beat quickly as she shook hands with him , but there was something in his bearing which set her entirely at her ease after just the first minute .