one o'clock
`` To-morrow , Excellenza , if you listen for it , -- or should you not , all the same -- strange music will be heard . The stroke of one shall be the first from yonder bell , '' pointing to the bell adorned with girls and garlands , `` that stroke shall fall there , where the hand of Una clasps Dua 's . The stroke of one shall sever that loved clasp . To-morrow , then , at one o'clock , as struck here , precisely here , '' advancing and placing his finger upon the clasp , `` the poor mechanic will be most happy once more to give you liege audience , in this his littered shop . Farewell till then , illustrious magnificoes , and hark ye for your vassal 's stroke . '' His still , Vulcanic face hiding its burning brightness like a forge , he moved with ostentatious deference towards the scuttle , as if so far to escort their exit . But the junior magistrate , a kind-hearted man , troubled at what seemed to him a certain sardonical disdain , lurking beneath the foundling 's humble mien , and in Christian sympathy more distressed at it on his account than on his own , dimly surmising what might be the final fate of such a cynic solitaire , nor perhaps uninfluenced by the general strangeness of surrounding things , this good magistrate had glanced sadly , sideways from the speaker , and thereupon his foreboding eye had started at the expression of the unchanging face of the Hour Una .