ten o'clock
There was a shadow of a smile that had meaning to it on the Bishop 's face , as he patted the ardent young pastor on the arm , and said : `` Well , God bless him ! God bless him ! but I suppose we must begin to vest now . Is it not near ten o'clock ? '' Father Broidy turned with a little shade of disappointment on his face to the work of preparation , and soon had the procession started toward the church . Shall I describe the beauty of it all ? -- the lights and flowers , the swinging censers , with the glory of the chant and the wealth of mystic symbolism which followed the passing of that solemn procession into the sanctuary ?