one o'clock
Beechy boiled the eggs while our host unearthed the wine ; the Countess cut slices of hard , brown bread , and I added butter in little hillocks . Then we ate and drank ; and never was a meal so good . We seemed to have known each ether a long time , and already we had common jokes connected with our past -- that past which had been the present this morning . It was after one o'clock when it occurred lo us that it was bedtime ; and as at last the three ladies flitted away down the dim corridor , Terry and I , watching them , saw that something flitted after . It was the little black dog of Airole . When I waked up that morning in the old monastery at San Dalmazzo , if that 's the way to call it , and especially to spell it , I really thought for a few minutes that I must be dreaming . `` There 's no good getting up , '' I thought , `` for if I do I shall somnambulize , and maybe break my rather pleasing nose . ''