midday
She would have to walk with someone when they came to the road , and talk . She wondered whether this early morning walk would come , now , every day . Her heart sank at the thought . It had been too hot during the last few days for any going out at midday , and she had hoped that the strolling in the garden , sitting about under the chestnut tree and in the little wooden garden room off the saal had taken the place of walks for the summer . She had got up reluctantly , at the surprise of the very early gonging . Mademoiselle had guessed it would be a `` milk-walk . '' Pausing in the bright light of the top landing as Mademoiselle ran downstairs she had seen through the landing window the deep peak of a distant gable casting an unfamiliar shadow -- a shadow sloping the wrong way , a morning shadow .