one o'clock
Now , look here , I must run . I expect you 'll be wanting to get home , or I 'd suggest your staying until I get back , but I must lie low after tea and think out my sermon . Look here , come over to lunch on Saturday , have n't you a bicycle ? You could get over from Slowbridge by one o'clock , and after lunch we 'll have a good tramp in the woods . Splendid ! '' Then chanting the _ Dies Irae _ in a cheerful tenor the Reverend Stephen Ogilvie hurried off to his Sunday School . Mark said good-bye to Mrs. Ogilvie with an assured politeness that was typical of his new found ease ; and when he started on his long walk back to Slowbridge he felt inclined to leap in the air and wake with shouts the slumberous Sabbath afternoon , proclaiming the glory of life , the joy of living .