six o'clock
There was only a poor restaurant on the island , in those days ; but his appetite was now ready for anything ; he ate whatever was offered to him , like a famished man . He could hardly believe , when he reflected on it , that he had sent away untasted his excellent breakfast at the hotel . Returning to Venice , he spent the rest of the day in the picture-galleries and the churches . Towards six o'clock his gondola took him back , with another fine appetite , to meet some travelling acquaintances with whom he had engaged to dine at the table d'hote . The dinner was deservedly rewarded with the highest approval by every guest in the hotel but one . To Henry 's astonishment , the appetite with which he had entered the house mysteriously and completely left him when he sat down to table . He could drink some wine , but he could literally eat nothing .