midday
If she were n't she could not have lovers . I wish I were only half as beautiful . '' The lump of butter cast into the frying-pan sizzled , and Blanquette sighed again . I must explain that I had come , as I often did , to share Paragot 's midday meal , but as he was still abed , Blanquette had enticed me into her tiny kitchen . The omelette being for my sole consumption I may be pardoned for my interest in its concoction . `` So that you could be married and have lovers ? '' I asked in a superior way .