midday
The view was a grand one . Belforest Park on the one side , the town almost as if in a pit below , with a bird 's - eye prospect of the roofs , the gardens and the school-yard , the leaden-covered church , lying like a great grey beetle with outspread wings . Beyond were the ups-and-downs of a wooded , hilly country , with glimpses of blue river here and there , and village and town gleaming out white ; a large house , `` bosomed high in tufted trees ; '' a church-tower and spire , nestled on the hill-side , up to the steep grey hill with the tall land-mark tower , closing in the horizon -- altogether , as Carey said , a thorough `` allegro '' landscape , even to `` the tanned haycock in the mead . '' But the summer sun made the place dazzling and almost uninhabitable , and the visitors , turning from the glare , could hardly see the casts and models that filled the shelves ; nor was there anything in hand ; so that they let themselves be hurried away to share the midday meal , after which Mr. Ogilvie and the boys betook themselves to the school , and Carey and her little ones to the shade of the garden-wall , to finish their French reading , while Mary wondered the less at the Kenminster ladies . Have you no wit , manners , nor honesty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? Is there no respect of place , persons , nor time in you ? -- Twelfth-Night .