midday
`` Daily , '' he admitted with a grimace . `` What more , Father Confessor ? '' `` By what road , sire ? '' `` I have hunted mornings , and visited Malesherbes at midday . I have returned as a rule by the bridle-path , which passes the Rock of the Serpents . '' `` Patience , sire , one moment , '' I said . `` Does that path run anywhere through a plantation of box ? ''