Noon
`` To the hilt , boy , to the very hilt ! Her death is required , and the payment will be princely ; Rosabella in the grave , we are rich for life . '' Every other point was soon adjusted . Noon was now past , the clock in the neighbouring church of the Benedictines struck four , and Mattes and Abellino were already forth . They arrived at the gardens of Dolabella , which that day were unusually crowded . Every shady avenue was thronged with people of both sexes ; every arbour was occupied by persons most distinguished in Venice . In every corner sighed lovesick couples , as they waited for the wished approach of twilight ; and on every side did strains of vocal and instrumental music pour their harmony on the enchanted ear .