six o’clock
Not a hotel in Seville had shut its doors that night of Holy Thursday ; not a _ concièrge _ had done more than nod and wake out of a broken dream , for there had been an excited coming and going through all the dark hours . At six o'clock Dick and I were at the _ fonda _ , inquiring for Colonel O'Donnel and his daughter . They had come in at two , and were now asleep , it seemed ; but had left a note for the señores . In this note we were assured that the friendly verger of last night 's adventure would be lurking in the neighbourhood of Carmona 's house as early as six o'clock , and should we want him we would know where he was to be found . We took bedrooms , bathed , dressed again , and after hot coffee and rolls decided that is was time to go on guard . To be sure , it was absurdly early ; but by this time the Duke 's household might be astir , and we must not risk letting Monica be carried away before we had had a chance to practise the gentle art of housebreaking . The clocks of Seville were spasmodically telling the hour of seven when we entered the narrow and dusky lane of the Calle de las Dueñas .