four o’clock
in the morning
`` Quick , quick ! '' pleaded Sophonisba , clenching the back of a chair firmly with her hand . `` You will yield , Master ; I beseech you , I command you ! '' Moor bowed , and Don Fabrizio continued : `` We will start at four o'clock in the morning . Instead of exchanging vows of love , we held a council of war . Everything is arranged . In an hour my servants will come and ask for the portrait of my betrothed bride ; instead of the picture , you will put your baggage in the chest .