ten o'clock
In a few days they had left Rome for different destinations . The little apartment near the Forum of Trajan where the Contessa and her daughter lived was shut up , and at the great villa on the Janiculum the solemn porter put off his mourning livery and dressed himself in brown linen , and smoked endless pipes within the closed gates when it was not too hot to be out of doors . The horses were turned out to grass , and the coachman and grooms departed to the country . The servants opened the windows in the early morning , shut them at ten o'clock against the heat , and dozed the rest of the time , or went down into the city to gossip with their friends in the afternoon . It was high summer , and Rome went to sleep . `` What do we eat to-day ? '' asked Paoluccio , the innkeeper on the Frascati road , as he came in from the glare and the dust and sat down in his own black kitchen .