midday
`` Oh , Pigott , '' groaned Angela , `` do tell me what was in the telegram . '' `` Why , miss , surely I told you that the thing said , though I fancy likely to be in error -- '' `` What ? '' almost shouted Angela . `` Why , that the Reverend Fraser would be home by the midday train , and would like a beefsteak for lunch , not mentioning , however , anything about the onions , which is very puzzling to Mrs. -- '' `` Oh , I am glad ; why could you not tell me before ? Cousin George disposed of and Mr. Fraser coming back . Why , things are looking quite bright again ; at least they would be if only Arthur were here , '' and her rejoicing ended in a sigh . As soon as she thought that he would have finished his beefsteak , with or without the onions , Angela walked down to the vicarage and broke in upon Mr. Fraser with something of her old gladsome warmth .