noon
He felt as if he had not the initiative to get up , or to say a word , or to move , but could only lie like a log . Moreover , he had himself violent pains in the head . It was Saturday . Towards noon he rose , cut himself food in the pantry , ate it with his head dropped , then pulled on his boots , and went out , to return at three o'clock slightly tipsy and relieved ; then once more straight to bed . He rose again at six in the evening , had tea and went straight out . Sunday was the same : bed till noon , the Palmerston Arms till 2.30 , dinner , and bed ; scarcely a word spoken . When Mrs. Morel went upstairs , towards four o'clock , to put on her Sunday dress , he was fast asleep .