about midday
She would miss Gianluca 's letters far more than Bosio , if they should suddenly stop , and the mere thought that the correspondence might be broken off gave her a sharp little pain . The idea crossed her mind while she was arranging her writing-table near her favourite window , for all writing seemed to be connected with Gianluca , so that she could not imagine passing more than a day or two without setting down something on paper which he was to read , and to answer . To lose that close intimacy of thought would be to lose much . But Gianluca had written on the morning of her departure , and before Veronica had half finished what she was doing , one of her women brought her his letter , for the post came in at about midday . It came alone , for Bianca had not written yet , and Veronica 's correspondence was not large . She had not even thought of ordering a newspaper to be sent to her . Her work and occupation were to be in Muro , and she cared very little about what might happen anywhere else .