noon
The poet may let the future go as it will , but I can not , for , unfortunately , I am the Emperor . '' `` And Rome may thank the gods that you are , '' replied Antinous . `` What happy phrases the boy hits upon sometimes , '' said Hadrian with a laugh , and he stroked the lad 's brown curls . `` Now till noon I must work with Phlegon and Titianus , whom I am expecting , and then perhaps we may find something to laugh at . Ask the tall sculptor there behind the screens , at what hour Balbilla is to sit to him for her bust . We must also inspect the architect 's work , and that of the Alexandrian artists by daylight ; that , their zeal has well deserved . '' Hadrian retired to the room where his private secretary had ready for him the despatches and papers for Rome and the provinces , which the Emperor was required to read and to sign .