eleven o’clock
she cried joyfully . The Princess nodded . A fierce excitement shone in her pretty eyes , and her little hands were trembling as she looked down at the dull emerald of Safti . ***** At eleven o'clock that night the Princess and the Countess got into a carriage , drove to the edge of the huge salt lake by which Tunis lies and went on board the Stella d'Italia . The sky was starless . The winds were still , and it was very dark . As the ship glided out from the shore the old Countess hurried below .