noon
`` All right . I told them so . The Christians , indeed , the vermin ! Come to the Baths of Caracalla at noon to-morrow and I 'll tell you all about it . '' Isidorus went to his lodgings and retired to his couch , but not to slumber . He was like a boat drifting rudderless upon the sea , the sport of every wind that blew . He had no strength of will , no fixedness of purpose , no depth of conviction .