ten in the morning
Was he laying a trap ? Was this some wile and guile of the English medicine-men ? Next day was -LRB- not unnaturally -RRB- Sunday . At half-past ten in the morning , according to his wont , Philip Christy was seated in the drawing-room at his sister 's house , smooth silk hat in gloved hand , waiting for Frida and her husband , Robert Monteith , to go to church with him . As he sat there , twiddling his thumbs , or beating the devil 's tattoo on the red Japanese table , the housemaid entered . `` A gentleman to see you , sir , '' she said , handing Philip a card . The young man glanced at it curiously .