eight o'clock
With the diamonds under his arm , Giovanni went out . The sky was clear and frosty , and the stars shone brightly , high up between the tall houses of the narrow street . Giovanni had not ordered a carriage , and seeing how fine the night was , he decided to walk to his destination . It was not eight o'clock , and Corona would have scarcely finished dinner at that hour . He walked slowly . As he emerged into the Piazza di Venezia some one overtook him . `` Good evening , Prince . ''