nine o'clock
` At what point ' -- he said to himself , -- ` will he find her ? ' Eleanor did not rise now , as a rule , till half way through the morning . Lucy had left her in bed . It was barely nine o'clock . Every eastern or southern window was already fast closed and shuttered , but her door stood open to the _ loggia _ into which no sun penetrated till the afternoon . A fresh breeze , which seemed the legacy of the storm , blew through the doorway . Framed in the yellow arches of the _ loggia _ she saw two cypresses glowing black upon the azure blaze of the sky .