midday
In spite of myself , too , I began to be influenced by the story of the `` curse , '' which , although not clearly explained , was fearfully spoken about . Yet I could not see why a man like the present Roger Trewinion should allow himself to become a misanthrope because of it . Perhaps succeeding events had led him to shun society ; but whatever may have been the explanation of his attitude , I longed to know more about himself and his family , and before I went to sleep I made up my mind that I would go back to Trewinion Manor and see whether the `` Trewinion curse '' had manifested itself since the time the grandfather of the present squire wrote his confessions . It was midday , when I left my apartment , and , on entering the reading room of the hotel , I found my friend Will just on the point of sending to see if anything had happened to me . `` Well , have you read the confessions ? '' grunted he , after grumbling some little time . `` I have , indeed , '' I answered .