a quarter to eleven
The two , therefore , shook hands with great effusion , and went their several ways . My father 's way took him first into a confectioner 's shop , where he bought a couple of Sunchild buns , which he put into his pocket , and refreshed himself with a bottle of Sunchild cordial and water . All shops except those dealing in refreshments were closed , and the town was gaily decorated with flags and flowers , often festooned into words or emblems proper for the occasion . My father , it being now a quarter to eleven , made his way towards the temple , and his heart was clouded with care as he walked along . Not only was his heart clouded , but his brain also was oppressed , and he reeled so much on leaving the confectioner 's shop , that he had to catch hold of some railings till the faintness and giddiness left him . He knew the feeling to be the same as what he had felt on the Friday evening , but he had no idea of the cause , and as soon as the giddiness left him he thought there was nothing the matter with him . Turning down a side street that led into the main square of the town , he found himself opposite the south end of the temple , with its two lofty towers that flanked the richly decorated main entrance .