About five o'clock
This is my crowning grief , my bitterest trial -- ` I must speak to her before I go . She must know all from me , I must know all from her -- that is only right and just . ` Night . About five o'clock she proposed a drive along the Rovigliano road . We two went alone in the open carriage . I was trembling with agitation as I said to myself -- `` Here is my opportunity for speaking to her . '' But my nervousness deprived me of every vestige of courage .