five o’clock
I could hardly define the `` buts '' to myself , for there were three or four of them . Why did she always speak to me in a tone of childish affection , as though I were a schoolboy home for the holidays ? I would have all this out with her on the tower on the following morning , standing under the Giralda . On that morning we met together in the patio , soon after five o'clock , and started for the cathedral . She looked beautiful , with her black mantilla over her head , and with black gloves on , and her black morning silk dress -- beautiful , composed , and at her ease , as though she were well satisfied to undertake this early morning walk from feelings of good nature -- sustained , probably , by some under-current of a deeper sentiment . Well ; I would know all about it before I returned to her father 's house . There hardly stands , as I think , on the earth , a building more remarkable than the cathedral of Seville , and hardly one more grand .