noon
`` You shall have all the better a dinner to compensate you , my Gonerilla ! '' She smiled sweetly , and then again became Zerlina . Goneril cut her lunch , and took it out of doors to share with her companion , Angiolino . He was harvesting the first corn under the olives , but at noon it was too hot to work . Sitting still there was , however , a cool breeze that gently stirred the sharp-edged olive-leaves . Angiolino lay down at full length and munched his bread and cheese in perfect happiness . Goneril kept shifting about to get herself into the narrow shadow cast by the split and writhen trunk .