three o'clock
You will open the portals of Heaven for me ; and I will cling so closely to you , pure soul , that they will let me follow you in . '' Thus were these two souls elevated to the grandest heroism by the very simplicity of their devotion . There was certainly not a drop of noble blood in the veins of either of them , and yet they went to meet death valiantly , like saints . It was three o'clock , and a lovely winter 's day . The sky was clear and the sun radiant . `` We have fine weather for our journey to the scaffold , '' thought Coursegol . Dolores was absorbed in prayer .