about eight
o’clock
She was much too young and impressionable not to be influenced by the flutter of excitement and interest which filled the whole of the little cottage . Goneril , too , was excited and anxious , although Signor Graziano had seemed so old and like a coffee-bean . She made no progress in the piece of embroidery she was working as a present for the two old ladies , jumping up and down to look out of the window . When , about eight o'clock , the door-bell rang , Goneril blushed , Madame Petrucci gave a pretty little shriek , Miss Prunty jumped up and rang for coffee . A moment afterward the signorino entered . While he was greeting her hostesses Goneril cast a rapid glance at him . He was tall for an Italian , rather bent and rather gray ; fifty at least -- therefore very old .