midday
* * * * * Suddenly , the old man sat up in his armchair : -- I 'm wondering , Mamette , if perhaps he has n't had any lunch . Mamette , shocked , threw her hands in the air : -- Not eaten ! ... Good Lord ! I thought they were still on about Maurice , and I was about to reassure them that their dear grandson always ate before midday , but it turned out it was actually me they were concerned about . There was some consternation when I admitted that nothing had passed my lips : -- Quick , lay the table , little blues ! Put it in the middle of the room , use the Sunday-best table cloth , and the decorated plates . And do please stop giggling so much and make haste ... .