three o'clock
`` Do you know the Duchessa ? '' asked Flora Desimone . `` Yes . '' It was three o'clock the same afternoon . The duke sat with his wife under the vine-clad trattoria on the quay . Between his knees he held his Panama hat , which was filled with ripe hazelnuts . He cracked them vigorously with his strong white teeth and filliped the broken shells into the lake , where a frantic little fish called _ agoni _ darted in and about the slowly sinking particles .