midday
Nay , fret not , thou dear jealous child . '' Io 's lips quivered as she looked away . `` It is over and over -- ever the same in every letter -- Ta-user , Ta-user , till I hate the name , '' she said at last . `` Then when thou seest him at midday up the Nile , be thou gracious to some other comely young nobleman and see him wince . Naught is so good for a lover as uncertainty . It is a mistake to load him with the great weight of thy love . Doubt not , thou shalt carry all the burden of jealousy and pain if thou dost .