the hour of two
To pass the men and rush into the canopy needed but a moment ; to perceive that it was empty was the work of a glance . `` Villains , have you dared to be false ! '' cried the confounded noble . At that instant the clock of the city began to tell the hour of two , and it was only as that appointed signal sounded heavy and melancholy on the night-air , that the undeceived Camillo got a certain glimpse of the truth . `` Gino , '' he said , repressing his voice , like one summoning a desperate resolution -- `` are thy fellows true ? '' `` As faithful as your own vassals , Signore . '' `` And thou didst not fail to deliver the note to my agent ? ''