nine o’clock in the morning
And all at once they sang , `` Our island home Is far beyond the wave , we will no longer roam . '' Tennyson . We must pass over three more years and a half , and take up the scene in the cloistered court of a Moorish house in Algeria , adapted to European habits . The slender columns supporting the horse-shoe arches were trained with crimson passion-flower and bougainvillia , while orange and gardenia blossom scented the air , and in the midst of a pavement of mosaic marbles was a fountain , tinkling coolness to the air which was already heated enough to make it impossible to cross the court without protection from the sunshine even at nine o'clock in the morning . Mrs. Brownlow had a black lace veil thrown over her head ; and both she and the clergyman with her , in muslin-veiled hat , had large white sunshades . `` Little did we think where we should meet again , and why , Mr. Ogilvie . Do you feel as if you had got into ` Tales of the Alhambra , ' or into the ` Tempest ' ? ''