about seven o’clock
They started slowly up the rocky mule-path , Jeanne often stopping , seized with trembling , and vibrating like a taut cord in the wind . In silence she stretched out her hands that Noemi might feel how cold they were , and smiled . In the sea of clouds rushing towards the hills the pale eye of the sun appeared ; the sun , too , was curious . * * * * * Don Clemente said Mass at about seven o'clock , spoke with the Abbot , and then went to the Ospizio where pilgrims were sheltered . He found Benedetto asleep , his arms crossed upon his breast , his lips slightly parted , his face reflecting an inward vision of beatitude . Don Clemente stroked his hair , calling him softly . The young man started , raised his head with a dazed look , and , springing out of bed , grasped and kissed Don Clemente 's hand .