At the third hour you were still in the Church of San Domenico, whither you followed Madonna Paola's bier." It was my turn to knit my brows.

"Was I indeed ?" quoth I."Why, yes, it may well be.

But what of that?
Is the hour in which I quitted Pesaro a matter of such moment as to be worth lying over?
If I said that I left about the first hour, it is because I was under the impression that it was so.

But I was so distraught by grief at Madonna's death that I may have been careless in my account of time." "More lies," he blazed with sudden passion.

"It may have been the third hour, you say.