six o'clock
in the morning
Finally he had talked Latin continually with Father Jervis in preparation for Rome , and would have passed muster , at least , in general conversation . * * * * * The two motored into the city from the volor-station outside , and everywhere as they went through the streets and crossed the Tiber on their way to the Leonine City , where they were to lodge , were evidences of the feast . For the whole route from Vatican to Lateran , which they crossed more than once , was one continual triumphal way . Masts had been erected , swathed in the Papal colours and crowned with garlands ; barriers ran from mast to mast , behind which already the crowds were beginning to gather , though it was hardly past six o'clock in the morning ; and from every window hung carpets , banners , and tapestries . The motor was stopped at least half a dozen times ; but the prelate 's insignia passed them through quickly ; and it was just half-past six as they drew up before an old palace situated on the right in the road leading from the Tiber to the Vatican , and scarcely a quarter of a mile away from St. Peter 's . Monsignor glanced up at the carved and painted arms above the doorway and smiled . `` I did not know you were bringing me here , '' he said .