midnight
sobbed the girl . Never had any human being prayed so fervently for another 's welfare in the magnificent chapel of the Alcazar , as did Sophonisba Anguisciola on this evening . Don Fabrizio 's betrothed bride also pleaded for peace and calmness in her own heart , for power to forget and to do her duty . Half an hour before midnight Moor entered the calash , and Ulrich Navarrete mounted the white Andalusian . The artist , deeply agitated , had already taken leave of his protege in the studio , had given him a purse of gold for his travelling-expenses and any other wants , and told him that he would always find with him in Flanders a home , a father , love , and instruction in his art . The painter alighted before Don Fabrizio 's palace ; a short time after Ulrich noisily drew the leather curtain before the partition of the calash , and then called to the coachman , who had often driven Moor when he was unexpectedly summoned to one of the king 's pleasure-palaces at night : `` Go ahead ! '' They were stopped at the gate , but the guards knew the favorite 's calash and fair-haired pupil , and granted the latter the escort he asked for his master .