midday
Castro , sitting on the floor not very far away , seemed unaware of me in so marked a manner that it inspired me with the idea of not taking the slightest notice of him . Now and then the figure of a maid in white linen and bright petticoat flitted in the upper gallery , and once I fancied I saw the black , rigid carriage of the duenna disappearing behind a pillar . Señor O'Brien , old Cesar whispered , without looking at me , was extremely occupied in the _ Cancillería _ . His midday meal was served him there . I had mine all alone , and then the sunny , heat-laden stillness of siesta-time fell upon the Castilian dignity of the house . I sank into a kind of reposeful belief in the work of accident . Something would happen .