eleven o'clock
The ` Cedars ' will not pass into other hands , '' thought Walter Jerrold , as he left the house . The next day May went to see old Mabel , who was quite sick ; and while she was gone , Mrs. Jerrold called with her son . The proud , worldly woman , was enchanted with the elegance and beauty of Helen , and , ere she left her , had engaged her in a round of engagements ; soirées -- the opera , and dinner parties , rung like music in Helen 's ears , who , half wild with joy , could scarcely repress her emotions from breaking out in some ill-bred expressions of delight . Without a moment 's reflection , she consented to attend St. Paul 's Church the next Sunday morning , at eleven o'clock , and hear the well-meaning Protestant clergyman who officiated there . `` You will see the best people in town there ; it is considered one of the most elegant congregations in the city . '' By the _ best _ people , Mrs. Jerrold meant the leaders of the town , and had not the remotest idea that she was holding out a false inducement , or saying any thing at all incompatible with the spirit of Christianity . `` I will call for you in my carriage , Miss Stillinghast , with Walter , '' continued the lady , touching Helen 's cheek with her lips .