nine o'clock
The next morning dawned bright and cold . What a day for summer ! The sun was brilliant , but the wind came from over icebergs ; it seemed like `` winter painted green . '' We were to start at nine o'clock . I was ready early , waiting on the piazza for the aid to fate that was to keep me from the punishment of going . No human being had spoken his name that morning . How should I know whether he were still so ill or no .