midday
She even curtailed her daily siesta in order to have more time for prayer . No doubt , she would have given anything in the world for Gianluca , but she had very little else to give , beyond that sacrifice , which did not seem small or laughable to her . The Duca said little , but often shook his head , unexpectedly , and his weak eyes were watery . He sometimes walked twenty-five times round the top of the big lower bastion , under the vines that grew upon the trellis over it , before the midday breakfast , while the Duchessa was at her devotions . At every round , when he came to the point fronting the valley he paused a moment and repeated very much the same words each time . `` My poor son ! My poor Gianluca ! ''