nearly two o'clock
No doubt she adores the legend -LRB- it ca n't be a memory -RRB- of her mother , and I would have it always so . She need never know any of the truth , though of course , when she marries I shall have to tell the man one or two things , I suppose . I 'll let you know next time I write how the ring is received . This morning , after breakfast , we all walked about the streets of Winchester , and , of course , went to the cathedral , where we stopped till nearly two o'clock . The town and the place have all their old charm , and even more for me ; the `` Piazza '' ; the huddled , narrow streets full of mystery , the Cathedral Close with its crowded entrance , its tall trees that try to hide cathedral glories from common eyes ; its mellow Queen Anne and Georgian houses which group round in a pleasant , self-satisfied way , as if they alone were worthy of standing-room in that sacred precinct . To me , there 's no cathedral in England that means as much of the past as Winchester . You know how , in the nave , you see so plainly the transition from one architectural period to another ?