midday
But I was not to forget him , for Cousin Edie had a hundred questions to ask me about his boyhood , about his strength , about the women that he was likely to know ; there was no satisfying her . And then again , later in the day , I heard of him , but in a less pleasant fashion . It was my father who came home in the evening with his mouth full of poor Jim . He had been deadly drunk since midday , had been down to Westhouse Links to fight the gipsy champion , and it was not certain that the man would live through the night . My father had met Jim on the highroad , dour as a thunder-cloud , and with an insult in his eye for every man that passed him . `` Guid sakes ! '' said the old man .