about midday
His prosperity had destroyed the last vestiges of shame and soothed his illogical outbursts of fury . He was contented enough now to sit all day with Madam Marx , and returned to his home in the evening when Xantippe was away . He had spoken to her only once since she had told him she hated him . He had strolled out of the cafe about midday and entered his room . Xantippe was there , talking to her child , and quietly bade him go away . `` It 's my room as well as yours , '' Gregorio had answered . `` It is my money that pays for it , '' was the reply .