eleven o'clock
On these up-country visitations the Bishop was dependent for his mobility upon the horseflesh of his hospitable hosts ; thus it became the custom to send to fetch him from one station to another ; and as a rule the owner or the manager came himself , with four horses and the big trap . The manager of Mulfera said his horses had something else to do , and his neighbors backed him up with some discreet encouragement on their own account . It was felt that a slur would be left upon the whole district if his lordship actually met with the only sort of reception which was predicted for him on Mulfera . Bishop Methuen , however , was one of the last men on earth to shirk a plague-spot ; and on this one , warning was eventually received that the Bishop and his chaplain would arrive on horseback the following Sunday morning , to conduct divine service , if quite convenient , at eleven o'clock . The language of the manager was something inconceivable upon the receipt of this cool advice . He was a man named Carmichael , and quite a different type from the neighbors who held up horny hands when the Bishop decided on his raid . Carmichael was not `` a native of this colony , '' or of the next , but he was that distressing spectacle , the public-school man who is no credit to his public school .