noon
You may imagine that the monk had hoped for this occurrence , since his mouth had watered at the sight of this fair blossom , whom he also confessed , because the elder lady could not hinder him from bestowing upon the younger one , who wished it , what remained of the indulgences . But , remember , this pleasure was due to him for the trouble he had taken . The morning having dawned , the pigs having eaten their tripe , and the cats having become disenchanted with love , and having watered all the places rubbed with herbs , Amador went to rest himself in his bed , which Perrotte had put straight again . Every one slept , thanks to the monk , so long , that no one in the castle was up before noon , which was the dinner hour . The servants all believed the monk to be a devil who had carried off the cats , the pigs , and also their masters . In spite of these ideas however , every one was in the room at meal time . `` Come , my father , '' said the chatelaine , giving her arm to the monk , whom she put at her side in the baron 's chair , to the great astonishment of the attendants , because the Sire of Cande said not a word .