Seven o'clock
I do n't know as I shall see you again much before night . '' Lemuel was lifting a large tray , heavy with empty broth-bowls . `` What _ time _ did you say it was , Jimmy ? '' `` Seven o'clock . '' `` Well , I just got time to get there , '' said the other , putting on his hat , and pushing out of the door . At the moment Lemuel was lifting his tray of empty broth-bowls , Mr. Sewell was waking for the early quarter-to-eight breakfast , which he thought it right to make -- not perhaps as an example to his parishioners , most of whom had the leisure to lie later , but as a sacrifice , not too definite , to the lingering ideal of suffering . He could not work before breakfast -- his delicate digestion forbade that -- or he would have risen still earlier , and he employed the twenty minutes he had between his bath and his breakfast in skimming the morning paper .