midday
It was a cell in winter , but in July a bower . And none the less a bower for those two young people in it this afternoon . Mr. Carnegie had dropped Bessie at Brook in the morning , and young Musgrave was to escort her home in the cool of the evening . His mother and she had spent an hour together since the midday dinner , and now the son of the house had called for her . They sat one on each side of the long oak board which served young Musgrave for a study-table and stood endwise towards the middle lattice . Harry had a new poem before him , which he was tired of reading . The light and shadow played on both their faces .