He keeps up his English habits of shutting up early, and has not learned to turn night into day as you do here in Venice." "The bell has just tolled the hour, Francis," his father said as he entered.
"I didn't think it was quite so late, father; the Piazza is crowded.

I really do not think there is one person in Venice who goes to bed so early as we do.

It is so pleasant in the moonlight after the heat of the day." "That is true enough, Francis, but men are meant to sleep at night and to work in the day.

I think our fathers carried this too far when they rang the curfew at eight; but ten is quite late enough for any honest man to be about in the streets, and the hours of the early morning are just as pleasant and far more healthy than those of the evening, especially in a place like this where the mists rise from the water, to say nothing of the chance of meeting a band of wild gallants on their way homewards heated with wine, or of getting a stab in the back from some midnight assassin.

However, I do not blame Venice for enjoying herself while she can.