four o'clock
`` Now where 's Tommaso , and how am I going to get my chicken ? '' she demanded . `` And why , in the name of all the saints , should an American signorina 's illustrious name be Daphne ? '' An hour later it was four o'clock . High , high up among the sloping hills Daphne sat on a great gray stone . Below her , out beyond olive orchards and lines of cypress , beyond the distant stone pines , stretched the Campagna , rolling in , like the sea that it used to be , wave upon wave of color , green here , but purple in the distance , and changing every moment with the shifting shadows of the floating clouds . Dome and tower there , near the line of shining sea , meant Rome .