midday
`` Daily , '' he admitted , with a grimace . `` What more , grand master ? '' `` By what road , sire ? '' `` I have commonly hunted in the morning and visited Malesherbes at midday . I have returned as a rule by the bridle-path , which crosses the Rock of the Serpents . '' `` Patience , sir , one moment , '' I said . `` Does that path run anywhere through a plantation of box ? ''