eleven o'clock
Now and again the tiny figure of a workman showed clear on the roof , pick in hand ; or leaning to call directions down to his fellows beneath . Dom Anthony looked in presently , breviary in hand , and knelt by Chris on the window-step , watching too ; but he spoke no word , glanced at the white face and sunken eyes of the other , sighed once or twice , and went out again . The morning passed on and still Chris watched . By eleven o'clock the men were gone from the roof ; half an hour had passed , and no further figure had appeared . There were footsteps on the stairs ; and Sir James came in . He came straight across to his son and sat down by him . Chris looked at him .