about one o'clock
Poor lad ! He , too , showed the strain of the Great War , and looked tense and worn . He was not the same Andrea who had dreamed of inventing some wonderful new glaze : now his ambition was to be an aviator in the service of the Government and , like the bird he loved , fly through the blue heavens . One evening -LRB- it happened to be a cloudless one , with the moon scheduled to rise about one o'clock -RRB- he felt more than usually restless and on fire with this desire . It was on such nights as this that the danger from air raids was especially imminent , and the boy 's senses were at tight tension . As the moon rose , Venice stood revealed an enchanted city , a place of beauty , touched as of old with a magic wand . Hark -- already the clock was striking the hour of two !