six o’clock in the morning
She , in his eyes , surrounded by the glamour of beauty and vast wealth ; he , in her eyes , surrounded by the glamour of masculine intrepidity and the brilliance of a throne . But all voyages come to an end , either at the shore or at the bottom of the sea , and at length the dinghy passed between the stone jetties of the harbour . The Prince rowed to the nearest steps , tied up the boat , and they landed . It was six o'clock in the morning , and a day of gorgeous sunlight had opened . Few people were about at that early hour . ` And now , what next ? ' said the Prince .