about six o’clock
said Noemi . `` To-morrow we shall know , '' Giovanni answered , rising . II . They started at about six o'clock ; the sky was cloudy ; and a cool breeze was blowing , fragrant with the odours of the woods and the hills , alive with the tiny , gay voices of birds , purifying to the soul itself . At the Baths of Nero they took the mule-path which leads into the narrow , green ravine , winding upwards on the right of the Anio . High up on the left they saw Santa Scolastica , the Sacro Speco , and the House of the Blessed Lawrence , all white below the rocks , which are the colour of iron . They left the bridge of the Scalilla on the right -- only a log , thrown across to the wild left bank of the turbulent little torrent .