ten o’clock
Jeanne imagined that the colossal tower of Notre _ Dame _ , with its slender spire piercing the sky , the gloomy walls of the Béguinage , the poor stagnant Lac d'Amour , and even the solemn silence of the dead city , answered `` Yes . '' But it would be superstitious to hearken to their voices . `` Where are we going ? '' asked Jeanne , at ten o'clock , putting on her gloves , while Carlino , who had given Noemi an end of his interminable muffler to hold , the other being fastened behind his neck , revolved like a spindle on its axis , until his neck was bigger in circumference than his head . `` And am I really to be the priest of ninety ? '' Carlino was annoyed because Noemi laughed , and did not hold the scarf tight enough . `` You or she , no matter which , '' he answered , when Noemi , having fastened the muffler with a pin , at last set the swathed novelist at liberty .