two o'clock
I rushed into the street as the Spaniard had done , eager only to leave that house of gloom behind me , and I had run as far as the cathedral before my wits came back to me . There I stopped , panting , in the shadow , and , my hand pressed to my side , I tried to collect my scattered senses and to plan out what I should do . As I stood there , breathless , the great brass bells roared twice above my head . It was two o'clock . Four was the hour when the storming-party would be in its place . I had still two hours in which to act . The cathedral was brilliantly lit within , and a number of people were passing in and out ; so I entered , thinking that I was less likely to be accosted there , and that I might have quiet to form my plans .