twelve o'clock
I felt that a glance was thrown to me with these words , but I looked only at my plate . The conversation ended by the Prince getting his way , as he had made Aunt Kathryn think it _ her _ way : and we gave up Istria . Soon after ten we were _ en route _ for Abbazzia -- close to Fiume -- slanting along the neck of the Istrian peninsula by a smooth and well-made road that showed the Austrians were good at highways . It was but thirty miles from sea to sea , and so sweetly did the car run , so little were we troubled by cantankerous creatures of any sort , that we descended from high land and before twelve o'clock ran into as perfect a little watering place as can exist on earth . Aunt Kathryn was prepared to like Abbazzia before she saw it , because it was the scene of Prince Dalmar-Kalm 's birth , and also because she 'd been told it was the favourite resort of Austrian aristocracy . I had n't listened much , because I had clung to the idea of visiting historic Pola ; but Abbazzia captured me at first glance . Everywhere was beauty and peace .