eleven o'clock
The only fatal incident had been the death of a child , seven years of age , the son of a workman . The people of Rome had to congratulate themselves on the promptness of a Government which had reinstated authority with so small a loss of blood . Roma remembered what Rossi had said about Elena -- `` Think of Elena when she awakes in the morning , alone with her terrible grief '' -- and putting on a plain dark cloth dress she set off for the Piazza Navona . It was eleven o'clock , and the sun was shining on the melting snow . Rome was like a dead city . The breath of revolution had passed over it . Broken tiles lay on the pavement of the slushy streets , and here and there were the remains of abandoned barricades .