midnight
The deep window-seat and old oak chest were loaded with piles of ` Punch , ' sheets of music , school-books , and grotesque sketches ; bat , hockey-stick , and fishing-rod were in the corner ; trencher cap and little black gown hung on their peg on the white-washed walls , and pinned beside them lists of the week 's music , school-work , & c . In the corner by the press was a little rough deal table , covered with an old white shawl that Clement remembered as his mother 's ; and on it lay Lance 's old brown Bible , the Prayer-book given him by the Bishop , ` Steps to the Altar , ' and Ken 's Manual ; over it hung the photograph of his father , and next above , an illumination of Cherry 's , ` The joy of the Lord is your strength ; ' while above was a little print of the Good Shepherd . Nor was it a small testimony to the boy who had been senior in the room , that Clement found one or two other such little tables , evidently for private prayer . He had never believed such things could be out of St. Matthew 's , nor where the books were not more of his own exclusive type than were Lance 's ; and perhaps there was some repentance for harsh judgment in his spirit as he knelt on by that little table long after Mr. Harewood , near midnight , had read a few prayers and gone to his house . When Clement stood up , his sister made him lie down , as well as his long legs would permit , on one of the other beds , where he soon fell asleep ; while she sat on , where she could see the spire rising aloft into the pale blue of the summer night 's sky , while the perfect stillness was only broken by the quarterly chiming of the clock , re-echoed from its fellow in the town-hall . Every window and door was open , but the air was heated and oppressive till the early dewy coolness before dawn crept in , making her bend over Lance to cover him less slightly . Then she met his eyes , heavy and blood-shot , but with himself in them .