three o'clock
Saracinesca read the scrap of writing , and tossed it angrily into the fire . He hated underhand dealings , and scorned himself for the interest the note excited in him , wondering who could find advantage in informing him of the Duchessa 's movements . But the note took effect , nevertheless , although he was ashamed of it , and all night he pondered upon what it told him . The next day , at three o'clock , he went out alone , and walked rapidly towards the Palazzo Astrardente . He was unable to bear the suspense any longer ; the thought that Corona was going away , apparently to shut herself up in the solitude of the ancient fortress , for any unknown number of months , and that he might not see her until the autumn , was intolerable . He knew that by the mere use of his name he could at least make sure that she should know he was at her door , and he determined to make the attempt . He waited a long time , pacing slowly the broad flagstones beneath the arch of the palace , while the porter himself went up with his card and message .