midday
Fanny , hardly sad any more , but busy and hungry , secretly lifted the corner of her sleeve to peer at her wrist-watch , and seeing that it was half-past twelve , began to wonder how soon they would decide to sit down by the roadside for their lunch . She fumbled in the pocket of the car , but the last piece of chocolate had either been eaten or had slipped down between the leather and the wood . She could bring up nothing better than an old postcard , a hairpin , and a forgotten scrap of chamois-leather . At last they stopped for lunch , choosing a spot where a hedge rose wirily against the midday sky , and spread the rugs on the frozen grass . The sudden cessation of movement and noise brought a stillness into the landscape ; a child 's voice startled them from the outskirts of a village beyond , and the crackle of a wheelbarrow that was being driven along the dry road . The third man , who had blackberry eyes , and glasses which enlarged them , made great preparations over the setting of the meal . They had forgotten nothing .