midday
she enquired , as though she meant to be answered . `` It was the day when you talked with me about my name , Signorina . '' `` At what time ? '' `` It must have been between midday and one o'clock . '' Beatrice remembered how on that day San Miniato had given a shallow excuse for not remaining to breakfast at that hour . `` And what was his name ? '' she now asked for the third time .