seven o'clock
On Good Friday , the day of our Lord 's crucifixion -- I wish I were telling lies -- early in the morning of Good Friday the signorina was dressed in all her bridal finery . Don Luis appeared clad in black , proud and gloomy as usual , and by candle-light , before sunrise on a cold , damp morning -- it seems to me as if it were only yesterday -- the Castilian was married to our young mistress . The padrona , a Spanish officer and I were the witnesses . At seven o'clock the carriage drove up , and after it was packed Don Luis handed me a little box to put in the vehicle . It was heavy and I knew it well ; the padrona was in the habit of keeping her gold coin in it . At Easter the whole city learned that Don Luis d'Avila had eloped with the beautiful Anna Van Hoogstraten , after killing her betrothed bridegroom in a duel on Maundy - Thursday at Hals on his way to Brussels -- scarcely twenty-four hours before the wedding . `` I shall never forget how Junker Van Hoogstraten raged .