noon
said he . Jean , a tall fellow , much younger than his brother , fair , with a full beard , smiled and murmured : `` Much the same as Pierre -- four or five . '' Every time they told the same fib , which delighted father Roland . He had hitched his line round a row-lock , and folding his arms he announced : `` I will never again try to fish after noon . After ten in the morning it is all over . The lazy brutes will not bite ; they are taking their siesta in the sun . '' And he looked round at the sea on all sides , with the satisfied air of a proprietor .