eight o'clock
The young man 's face was pale and strained . The priest asked him a question , but he ran past without an answer . Eleanor was alone on the _ loggia _ . It was past eight o'clock , and the trees in the courtyard and along the road were alive with fire-flies . Overhead was the clear incomparable sky , faintly pricked with the first stars . Someone was singing ` Santa Lucia ' in the distance ; and there was the twanging of a guitar . ` Shall I go away ? '