About ten o’clock at night
Yes , she turns truly the most beautiful side toward Italy . But there was not any time for me to gaze ; on we must . In the carriage there sat an old Signorina ; she recited poetry , and made : with her eyes ` che bella cosa ! ' `` About ten o'clock at night we were in Baveno , drank tea , and slept , whilst Lago Maggiore splashed under our window . The lake and the Borromaen island we were to see by daylight . ``` Lord God ! ' thought I , ` is this all ? '