midday
Her mind could not give it room . What absorbed her was the feverish question : Were they safe any longer at Torre Amiata , or must they strike camp and go further ? The day grew very hot , and Eleanor suffered visibly , even though the quality of the air remained throughout pure and fresh , and Lucy in the shelter of the broad _ loggia _ felt nothing but a keen physical enjoyment of the glow and blaze that held the outer world . After their midday meal Lucy was sitting idly on the outer wall of the _ loggia _ which commanded the bit of road just outside the convent , when she perceived a figure mounting the hill . ` Father Benecke ! ' she said to Eleanor . ` What a climb for him in this heat !