six o'clock
He 's got a fine speech by heart to make to the Bishop , I 'll answer for it . But he 'll be pretty well sprinkled with snuff before service is over , and the Bishop wo n't be able to listen to him for sneezing , that 's one comfort . ' At length the last stage in the long ceremony was over , the large assembly streamed warm and weary into the open afternoon sunshine , and the Bishop retired to the Parsonage , where , after honouring Mrs. Crewe 's collation , he was to give audience to the delegates and Mr. Tryan on the great question of the evening lecture . Between five and six o'clock the Parsonage was once more as quiet as usual under the shadow of its tall elms , and the only traces of the Bishop 's recent presence there were the wheel marks on the gravel , and the long table with its garnished dishes awry , its damask sprinkled with crumbs , and its decanters without their stoppers . Mr. Crewe was already calmly smoking his pipe in the opposite sitting-room , and Janet was agreeing with Mrs. Crewe that some of the blanc-mange would be a nice thing to take to Sally Martin , while the little old lady herself had a spoon in her hand ready to gather the crumbs into a plate , that she might scatter them on the gravel for the little birds . Before that time , the Bishop 's carriage had been seen driving through the High Street on its way to Lord Trufford 's , where he was to dine . The question of the lecture was decided , then ?