eleven
o’clock
You may imagine my necessity is grievous when I thus expose myself to the possible bitterness of my own after judgment . But I must have confidence in the man who spoke as you did yesterday morning . I am , dear Mr. Wingfold , sincerely yours , Helen Lingard . `` P.S. -- I shall be walking along Pine Street from our end , at eleven o'clock to-morrow . '' The curate was not taken with a great surprise . But something like fear overshadowed him at finding his sermons come back upon him thus . Was he , an unbelieving labourer , to go reaping with his blunt and broken sickle where the corn was ripest !