three o'clock
He stopped rocking , and sat with his gaze fixed on the trees in the distance , without really seeing them a bit . A new feeling of half-dismayed contrition was springing up in his heart , but the bitterness of resentment and the sense of injury were passing away . He started when the church bells began to ring . There was evening prayer , with catechizing , at three o'clock at Wilbourne Church , and evening prayer again , with a sermon , at seven . ` Are you going , sir ? ' he said as Mr. Yorke rose up . ` Not to church now , but I must be off to Bar-end , where I have my class of hobbledehoys from the farms . '