eight o'clock
Romance after all was not destined to fail me at Santa Chiara . My doings of the afternoon were of interest to me alone . Suffice it to say that when at nightfall I found Gianbattista the trustee of a letter . It was from Madame , written in a fine thin hand on a delicate paper , and it invited me to wait upon the signor her father , that evening at eight o'clock . What caught my eye was a coronet stamped in a corner . A coronet , I say , but in truth it was a crown , the same as surmounts the Arms Royal of England on the sign-board of a Court tradesman . I marvelled at the ways of foreign heraldry .