midday
The sailor was half-drunk , but with a drunkenness wisely tempered that never went beyond the rose-colored period . But he was so happy ! ... They dined outside the house . Sometimes their excursions were at midday and they would go to the restaurants of Posilipo or Vomero , the very places that he had known when he was a hopeless suppliant , and which saw him now with her hanging on his arm , with a proud air of possession . If nightfall surprised them , they would hastily betake themselves to a café in the interior of the city , a beer-garden whose proprietor always spoke to Freya in German in a low voice . Whenever the doctor was in Naples she would seat herself at their table , with the air of a good mother who is receiving her daughter and son-in-law . Her scrutinizing glasses appeared to be searching Ferragut 's very soul , as though doubtful of his fidelity .